Katie G.
Yelp
I don't mean to brag, yes I do, but I have this new friend and I think she's just the bees knees. She has this other friend, who I think I can call my newest friend, who is pretty groovy. So groovy, in fact, that she demanded to lead us on a Wednesday night South Austin Pub Crawl. Don't judge, Wednesday is hump day. Later on in the night it became Thursday, so it's like we were out on a Thursday.
Anyway. Our first stop was Giddy-Ups. Holy hell, this place is freaking awesome. My handsome and adorable and sometimes funny fiance likes to say that people in New England are grouchy, and mean, and stuck up snobs. Yelp, this is just not true. This is an urban legend. A lie. Something to get you to not visit us up there because it's crowded enough and we don't want more Austin-like traffic. There's a point to all of this, the point is, Giddy-Ups is like walking into one of our small Vermont town bars. The old people are sitting down, or leaning on the bar, updating the bartender on something that happened that day while she was at work. And the younger people are sitting outside. And there's that one lady who is dancing, all by herself, right in front of guy on the mic. And you have to share the bathroom with another lady, and there is a lock but you're not supposed to use it because that's rude. Wait, what? Oh yea. Don't use the lock. In the future, when I go back here, I'm going to have to pee outside, or wet my pants, I just can't do the bathroom-share thing. It freaks me out. Oh god, what am going to do in my wedding dress?!
I think my favorite part was walking in and seeing the look on the bartender's face. She was obviously thinking whothehellareyou and whadoyouwant. She probably enjoyed the look of sheer terror on my face when I squeaked "erm, Bud Light!" It was pretty magnificent to watch her change because by the end of our visit, she was coming around and smiling and joking and I guess this means you've become one of the crowd, your initiation is over.
A hidden gem of a place and I'm excited to head back and hang out in the garage again. I hang out in my garage a lot. Usually with my dog and a good book. Now I can hang out in a garage with a beer and my excellent friends.