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Austin Adventures Planning Stage


I spent yesterday morning scouring the internet for fun musical events that I could take my cousin to when she comes to visit Thanksgiving weekend.  It is always interesting to look into a world you don't inhabit.  Since we rarely go out and even more rarely to any kind of club, it was a rabbit hole experience.

We tend to be daytime visitors – museums, libraries, exhibits, festivals, shows, movies, dinner out…that sort of thing.  Even live music is something we tend to go to the early show to see.  It would be easy to say it is about age, but that would not be true.  I love having people over to the house to chat, play games, listen to music, and enjoy each other's company.  That would be my preferred evening entertainment any time.  It is more comfortable to be with people I know and love. 

Visiting new places, meeting new people, anything different stimulates my mind and makes it hard for me to rest.  That's why I don't do those things at night unless I am forced by set scheduling to do so.  By it's very nature, nightclubs fall outside the scope of my comfort zone.  I am grateful to live in Austin where the opportunities for fun in the daytime and early evening are abundant.

I don't know where we will go, what we will see or do, however, I am certain it will be fun.  Let the Thanksgiving weekend adventure begin. 

And, hey, if any of you out there know of something fun to do that weekend – let me know.  I want to plan a variety of fun things to do with her.  Some music, some visiting sites, some eating out, and some 'fill in the blank'.

Here we are having some fun at Disneyworld circa 1975 or 1976.

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