This weekend I met my girlfriend Monica (famous for classtechtips.com – educators and parents please check it out) in Austin, Texas after her week with a successful group of Apple Distinguished Educators.
Never did I think that I would be in Texas and it actually wouldn’t feel like Texas.
I arrive Thursday evening, drop off my stuff at the hotel and head to the (in)famous 6th Street where live music resounds from the venues. As soon as I turn the corner onto 6th, what else – but an Irish pub. I sit at the bar, order a Harp and some chicken tenders (as recommended on Four Square) and wait for the music to start. Before it does, two older gentlemen sit beside me. One from the Pacific Northwest, the other clearly from Texas. Waco, specifically.
At first I am somewhat dumbfounded by this man’s accent. I thought if I had to listen to this accent all weekend I might need ear plugs – no offense, but it’s tough to bear when you are used to fast talkers without twang or whatever it was. After a drink they and some small talk, they were on their way and I was on mine.
Friday morning: Monica and I met in the lobby of our hotel and before long we were headed out for our Austin adventure.
Concierge(s) suggest some ideas for us – almost no accents.
Is it hot? Yes, we’re in Texas but not as hot as the heat wave I left behind in New York. Now we should be on our way to hearing some drawling and some Wranglers.
First stop: State Capitol building. Quite impressive. It’s 14 feet taller than the Capitol in DC. The star in the center of the dome is 8 feet, cool. Tour guide: Not a Texan. She says y’all only because it’s in her script, plus she says it like I try to. Definitely not a Texan.
Next stop: Back to the hotel pool for some sun, swim and Pina Coladas (those were for me). Any Texans with drawls and twang? Not the servers, nor anyone I heard talking.
Saturday morning stops: We head out to the SoCo district (South Congress) for some market and boutique shopping. Cool hipster-nearly Brooklyn vibe? Definitely. Do I feel like I’m in Texas, no! Where are the fried chicken and BBQ joints? Where are the cowboy hats and trucks? But there are a lot of what I like to call “toaster campers” which house the food trucks that do serve tacos, tacos, tacos!
Saturday afternoon stops: As recommended by the virtually unaccented concierge, Monica and I head down to the west side of East 6th Street where the “grown-ups” hang out. We make our way along and stop at 2 great tap houses – again, no accents were had by the staff. What is up?
So what is my point? Well I have many but the main point is – turns out Austin is pretty hipster a little too “progressive” to the conservative state of Texas. They are practically what Canadians think of Quebec. So in my opinion, very few stereotypical Texans live in Austin, in my weekend experience anyway hahaha!
Where are all the people with the drawls, the y’alls and golly gee’s? I have no idea, I just know they are not in Austin!