Austin comes to Town

Ah, summer nights in Albuquerque. It really is a fabulous time of year. We've been enjoying our cool evenings, so cool that I wore JEANS last night to the outdoor concert at the Botanic Gardens. The night before we had gone to our park, it was windy, and I got goosebumps for crying out loud... I digress, I'm not trying to piss off the Texans that read this.

So last night we packed a picnic dinner and went to the Biopark to hear Eliza Gilkinson, hence the title of this post. I don't actually know if she is from Austin, probably not, but it was Austin in the ABQ nonetheless. Jamie and I know a few (ok, one) of her songs from KGSR, aka K-geezer, a radio station in Austin. So it felt homey. What REALLY felt homey was the crowd. It was 1) packed, 2) full of hippies, and 3) all of the moms with little kids were my age (gasp!) or OLDER. Babies babies everywhere. Thin, fit women clad in REI clothing head to toe. I saw dread locks (on white people). I saw lots of tattoos and body piercings. People were eating wholesome, homemade food for dinner. I saw three women breastfeeding within arm's reach of our blanket, and everyone of them was carting their infant around in a homemade baby sling. I almost felt guilty with my Baby Bjorn and bottle full of formula. Not really, I'm kidding. It was just awesome, and I felt so nostalgic for home.

This morning on our walk/jog through the neighborhood near us, I was firmly reminded that this is indeed the ABQ, and Austin is in a land far, far away. At the entrance to the nice new neighborhood were signs (i.e. more than one) declaring the neighborhood picnic for tomorrow had been cancelled, "INDEFINENTLY".