My kind of scene. #atx (at Oil Can Harry’s)
To drink a beer anywhere is the god-given right of all Austinites. Take a sip at your video store, your dry cleaners or your barber shop.
You are Bacchanalian but also respectful. Austin people hold the door for me, let me in in traffic, and inquire if I’m alright. I can’t get out of the grocery store without running into an old friend. The cashiers seem to genuinely care about my weekend plans. When we first moved here, I couldn’t understand why so many people met our eyes on the street and asked, “How y’all doing?” Now I return the greeting.
And so it goes around. Random acts of kindness, senseless beauty. The graffiti on a bridge that says “focus on one point and breathe”; the yoga teacher who cracks jokes and endorses lite beer; the guy who pays for the stranger behind him at the drive-thru.
SoCo represent! in honor of Obama and our Hookers. . We, the vendors welcome thee