I told the girls I was heading off to Austin this weekend for a big conference called South by Southwest. Nate mentioned that he was wildly jealous…but then corrected himself, reminding us all how he would have gone oh, about 8 years ago when it was actually cool, but now, you know, it’s A Thing, and he hates when things become Things, kind of like Coachella, and besides, they even let mommy bloggers in now.
He was joking. About 88%.
(And by the way, if you’re heading to SXSW, or the Dad 2.0 Summit on Saturday, please find me or my compadres from Deutsch and say hi! I’m @Mom101 on Twitter. I’ll also be the New Yorker wearing mostly black, and not even black cowboy boots, which I am informed I may be mocked for, Nate-style.)
In any case, guilt gifts are required for all parties when I’m gone for several nights.
“Austin is in Texas, Thalia. What do you know about Texas? What would you like from there?”
“A gun,” she said.
(Let me add here that Nate hates the Dallas Cowbows with the passion of a thousand fiery red solar storms, so he mayyyyy have been a wee bit disparaging about the entire state over the years.)
“Uh…yeah. That’s true. There are guns in Texas but probably not so much in Austin. In any case, no gun. What else would you like from Austin? That’s not a gun?” I asked, hoping she wouldn’t say a bottle of tequila.
She does know her geography.
“How about a nice cowgirl hat?”
“That sounds good!”
Edited to add: Sage just made her own gift request: “A baby tumbleweed that does not tumble.”