Old skool Austin and tiny man cars on Mother's day at the Stallion
One tired old Sunday, Toby and my sister, Martha and I had been out to
eat. Martha and I had a large coupon book of discount coupons to local
Austin restaurants in which you bought one meal and got another free or
at a discount. I remember Toby, Martha and I taking full advantage of
these coupons for a good long time.
We used up the Stallion ones first. I think there were two. One particularly memorable occasion was on a Mother's day. We ate our chicken frieds and drank our beers while the table next to us had a long and very noisy fight. The four family members were all fat. The dad and mom just sat there eating and the boy was pretty quiet as well. The daughter was screaming throughout the meal how mistreated she was and how much she hated her family. She really hated the dad, but included the mother who was just trying to eat her meal.
I recall mostly how the mother was so quiet, a classic case of this pathetic woman whose life just didn't pan out the way she'd intended. Two miserable children and an indifferent husband to show for her efforts. Happy mother's day 1980. Of course, the three of us were absolutely convulsing in laughter. We were especially indifferent to others' problems back then and any situation was cause célebre for the three of us.
I remember pulling out of the parking lot that day and the last sight we saw was that daughter crying and wailing, sitting on the wooden steps out front of the Stallion.
Then we had a few more pop a tops and went driving in my VW. We were at this parking lot and all these Jaycee's in fez's came riding up in their little miniature cars. We got in formation and started chasing them all around the pavement. They were some pissed off fraternal members that day. One happy mother's day for all concerned.
We used up the Stallion ones first. I think there were two. One particularly memorable occasion was on a Mother's day. We ate our chicken frieds and drank our beers while the table next to us had a long and very noisy fight. The four family members were all fat. The dad and mom just sat there eating and the boy was pretty quiet as well. The daughter was screaming throughout the meal how mistreated she was and how much she hated her family. She really hated the dad, but included the mother who was just trying to eat her meal.
I recall mostly how the mother was so quiet, a classic case of this pathetic woman whose life just didn't pan out the way she'd intended. Two miserable children and an indifferent husband to show for her efforts. Happy mother's day 1980. Of course, the three of us were absolutely convulsing in laughter. We were especially indifferent to others' problems back then and any situation was cause célebre for the three of us.
I remember pulling out of the parking lot that day and the last sight we saw was that daughter crying and wailing, sitting on the wooden steps out front of the Stallion.
Then we had a few more pop a tops and went driving in my VW. We were at this parking lot and all these Jaycee's in fez's came riding up in their little miniature cars. We got in formation and started chasing them all around the pavement. They were some pissed off fraternal members that day. One happy mother's day for all concerned.
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