As usual, at some point during any given day, I have a conversation with someone about the millions of folks who seem to need to invade our fair city. I told many many people that got infected with SXSars that we Austinites were immune to it, and in fact intentionally spreading it to keep the Californians from wanting to move here. Then today, I had the conversation again, over a morning chat with a digital neighbor, and though I usually object to this type of blogging, it was too funny not to share with everyone, and too long to twitter. The conversation was as follows:
MKST: According to the paper this morning, everybody’s moving to Austin and San Antonio.
CWRNGLR: Everybody? I better clean up the house …
MKST: just don’t invite them over.
CWRNGLR: well, if Everybody, you know, in the WORLD ends up here, may not have much choice…
MKST: true dat.
CWRNGLR: “Balthazar, more tea? How are your scrambled eggs this morning, Javier? Why yes, Quentin, the Van Gogh on the wall IS a forgery, don’t tell the neighbors! HAHAHAHA!”
MKST: k, that’s funny.
CWRNGLR: just me hosting the whole WORLD at my house…
The odd bit was that I actually had a hard time coming up with appropriate sounding foreign names for all the folks who have suddenly crammed themselves into my house. For whatever reason, all the names that popped into my head were Russian. Weird. The conversation ended with …
MKST: I like that you’re serving tea.