Kite Festival.

I love our city, Austin. It's by far the best city in Texas because there is constantly something going on that will involve fun times, outside and a lot of people. 

This weekend happened to be home to Kite Festival 2012. It was on Sunday and let me say- we had no idea how crowded this event was going to be this year. We woke at 6am, set out of the house at 630 to pick up the trailer and all the ice, to be set up no later than 9am. When we arrived at Zilker, we were able to pick out a killer spot that would enable us to sell the shizz out of our product. We had an ice cream place and a smoothie place on the other side and we killed them until we ran out of product then the ice cream place had a lengthy line. It was a great event and yes- Austin is weird and yes- we have festivals for things like Kites, Reggae music and let's not forget Eyore's birthday. Duh. 

There were probably 30K people there...all flying kites. Incredible. 

 Our employee trying to fly her pirate ship, hysterical.

 The beginning.

Mid afternoon. Tons and Tons of people. Tons and Tons of kites.

AND, look at this bull dog. His name is Murphy and he gets pushed in a stroller because him's gets too tired. Ha. So presh!

 As the sun was setting- a glimpse of kites stuck in the Zilker trees. 

 Oaks of Austin.

I am grateful to call Austin home. I am sun-kissed and wind-kissed, but wouldn't change a thing about my Sunday.

Busted.

On Saturday, we had an event in a town just North of Austin. We had the day scheduled out perfectly...I mean from the start to the end of the day. Remember, our night ended with bacon madness. We headed North and we were to arrive at the wedding we were serving at 6pm sharp. We crossed over the railroad tracks and bam--Tire busted, blown, in pieces. Crushing. E and I just looked at eachother and I said, "shit...we have to undo the trailer and haul bootay over to the church." We walked into the church as if nothing crushing just occurred. E went to fix the flat and in the midst the trailer fell off the jack and put a hole the size of Mars into the bottom of the trailer. I served the ice to the people that were dying of heat because the church had to be 1000 degrees inside. Horrible. 

E fixed it, came to pick me up and we stopped, so I could grab a tall boy to drink whilst E was driving. I was stressed and wanted to act like a bit of a white trash broad for five minutes. As we drove down the road about three miles, bam--Tire busted, blown, in pieces. No lie. We had two blowouts within two hours of eachother, within three miles of eachother, on a Saturday night, 40 miles from our house, 40 miles from our city and friends, 45 miles from the bacon party. Crushing. 

We immediately pulled onto a side street and it was getting dark, so I wouldn't let E go about changing the flat especially because he didn't have a spare...because remember...we already used the spare and that's the tire that just busted. So- I saw some people up the street and decided that I was going to tell them we were leaving our trailer and would be back the next day to fix it. Walked over, smelt like a tall boy and spoke to the nice people and realized it was Hope Center- AA (as in Alcoholics Anonymous). Horrible. Horrible. This guy probably wanted to punch me in the face for having beer breath. Alas, he was kosher with us leaving the trailer. 

Long story shorter, we went on Sunday and realized the axle had moved and there was no way E could change the tire and not have another flat, so we left a sign on the POS and headed home. 

I met a tow trucker there the next morning. I must add this was the least white trash tow trucker I had ever seen...I mean, clean cut with a vneck tee. He was great. I thought the trailer was going to fall off the bed of the tow truck. 

We went to the trailer place, I yelled at the owner, the owner cussed me out and now the trailer is getting fixed. It was a long Saturday that was oh-so-stressful, but we at least enjoyed bacon, booze and friends into the wee hours of the night.

What gives in owning a business? I feel there is ALWAYS something going on and going wrong. This is the life we choose and positive is how I must live.

Turtles.

Bacon-themed birthday parties are fun, filling and the next day you feel like a bloated cow from all the sodium. A good fried of mine threw her husband a bacon party on Saturday and let me just say- all the grocery stores in the ATX have to be sold out of bacon. 

We went over to the preggers' house on Saturday and nonchalantly asked what they were making for the party. Her husband responded with "Turtles." Y'all, shut the front door with how creative this is and how disgusting, but good at the same time they turned out for the party.

It started with this: weiners, hamburger meat, cheese and of course three packages of bacon.

It went something like this:

And ended up like this:

Kind of sick, right?! The head, feet and tail are hot dogs with slits so they would open whilst cooking. I mean, I cannot help but laugh...

I made my famous bacon potato salad, but didn't take any pictures because it's boring. Also, I made chocolate surprise cupcakes without bacon and I must say they were delish. I heart cupcakes and think cupcakes make the world a better place.

Here's a glimpse of some of the bacon dishes:

I didn't think I would want bacon for the next eternity, but we found ourselves cooking up two pieces of bacon for our blue cheese salads last night. Fail.