On Sat. we headed into Austin to just hang out, and maybe have a pup put into Tim’s new mando--no such luck.  We walked the around 6^th St. area for a bit, and went into Waterloo Records.  Then we headed to the Warehouse District for lunch, but there was NOTHING open.  We finally found a neat little place called Annie’s.  As we ate there was a great debate about what to do next.  We headed down to South Congress.  BY now it was getting very warm.  We walked around, did some shopping, and we found a vendor selling cold drinks, and we enjoyed them in the shade of the truck’s awning. We fuelled up, got some ice, beer, and headed to the venue.  Roadhouse Rags was a cool, funky place.  Kate described it like this: “Imagine if your hippie aunt turned her backyard into a stage & recording studio, put on BYOB shows, and sold vintage clothes out of the house.”  That pretty much hits the nail on the head.  It was sweltering heat and high humidity, and K + K and Travis took to cool, intoxicating drinks early on in the evening.  Travis even took the cooler full of Lone Stars up to the stage with him.  There was a interesting opening band comprised of 50-something ladies.  The music was pretty raw, and was sort of garage-y, girl-group stuff.  The performance area was sheltered from the breeze that was blowing, so it was stifling.  Once or twice we caught a breeze and it was like the breath of an angel!  Thanks to Matt and Rebecca Tulis for coming, and Rebecca managed to get $20 in the tip jar for us—we owe you Bex!  We packed up, said our “good byes” to Kelli and Clay, and Tim drove us about 90 miles to Waco.

We headed for Tulsa on Sun. morning.  The café Kate wanted to eat at in Ft. Worth was not open on Sundays, so we got to an overcrowded IHOP.  A guy out front with the smokers said “GO across the street to Scotty’s diner.”  So we did.  Breakfast was great, and by the end of our meal our CD was being played on the diner jukebox.  

Going up I-35 we made a pit stop at the strangest place we could have found somewhere between Pauls Valley and Purcell, OK.  It was a tiny Shamrock station with exorbitant gas, nonfunctioning bathrooms, and evidently they sold things like wigs.  Not kidding! 

We made our way to Tulsey-town, with only one missed interchange.  Several of Travis’s family drove about 100 miles to see him, and a pair of local family came, too.  There were not many patrons other than this.  Nonetheless, Dixie Tavern staff treated us really well buying some drinks, and paying us a little bit.  We got to the hotel, and Tim decided to retire.  The others went to the nearby Village Inn for late night eats and pie.  We arrived at the room to no A/C.  It was a hotbox.  Kate finagled two rooms out of them.  Travis and Kat got the room with a jacuzzi.  Someone else was jealous.  It was amazing to soak and have the jets massage us.  All we needed to complete the scene was a bottle of Cristal and groupies, lots of hot groupies.

It was an early morning on Mon., as everyone was ready to be home.  We took US-75 straight north for about seven hours.  We arrived around 4:30, unloaded everything, and waited on rides.  All-in-all it was a good your.  We made some contacts, played for folks who otherwise would’ve never heard us, and learned a bit about booking our own tours, and each other.