Monday, November 21, 2005

Good Golly Miss Maulie! Starting off our weekend with a bang...

I've had some good times over the last few days. Kicking it off was meeting up with Mehrdad at the Mean Eyed Cat for a few rounds of cold beer. After round 3 we decided it would be a fabulous idea to ditch the Harry Potter movie we had tickets for and go see the ladies at Expose. Those of you who know me well understand that I must’ve been quite kacheery to give up Harry Potter for hairy…well you know. Now I am not a strip bar regular, but I usually enjoy watching the dancers, especially since my dancing capabilities are anything but seductive. A train wreck would be more seductive than my dancing. We hit the big time that night with a traveling burlesque performer and pin up girl named Maulie Keebler. I have never in real life seen anyone work a pole like Maulie does. She was sensual and athletic, an aggressive dominatrix and retro sex kitten all in one curvaceous package. You’ll have to check out her website (click on the hyperlink built into her name) and view her photo gallery. Nice pinups. Her calendar isn’t up to date but you know I’ll be emailing to ask when she’ll be in Austin again. A great time (and lap dances) was had by all. And Mehrdad, come home again soon! You’ll need a break here and there from sleep deprivation during your residency…come to Austin for great Mexican food and fun times along with maybe, just maybe a little sleep. I promise to dog-sit for Corrie so she can go visit you in the great big city.

Friday night arrived, bringing with it a need to dance, dance, dance. Frank, Rocket and I hit the Warehouse District bars in high style, grooving and grinding and dancing until we dropped. Or, until I dropped, since my danceability is a very unsubstantiated claim. Rocket & Frank are blessed with natural moves and both were sexy hot on the floor. I think I need to practice at home before my next public dance floor appearance. The only attention I attracted was pitying glances. Yup, my white girl bop is sadly out of date and out of place. I need to learn to channel my Latino side. Does anyone else have a hard time hearing the beat in some house/pseudo trance music?

Saturday was low key, doing a few errands around town. I wanted Frank to have a good meal before his race the next morning, so dinner was a yummy, carb happy meal. I served him baked seasoned salmon, wilted spinach with shallots, garlic and sundried tomatoes, warm basil & garlic polenta rounds topped with goat cheese and slices of toasted ciabatta bread also smeared with goat cheese. I could eat anything if you paired it with goat cheese. We also watched "Charlie & The Chocolate Factory". I won't say it was bad or good, just that nothing can replace the original "Willy Wonka".

Frank had an excellent Motive Bison Stampede Half Marathon running 9:30 minute miles. Hang beat him once again, by 1/100th of a second. We'll see what happens in their next go 'round. I predict Frank books it into high gear a tenth of a mile from the finish just so Hang can't say she beat him three times in a row. After running 13.1 miles my boyfriend decided to take a bike ride with his friend Gwen. I don't know the exact mileage but it was between 15-20 miles from the race site to our home. Can you say overachiever? Ahh, but I can't help but admire his drive. I'm nothing but proud that he's doing so well with his running along with his newfound love of cycling. And have you seen his legs lately? Rarr!

I finished off the weekend working at The Can. It was business as usual with the boys with one exception: Jacinta was setting up inside on the dance floor. Jacinta is The Can's answer to Hedda Layne. It's a weak retort at best since Jacinta, although entertaining, can't match the strength of Hedda's voice or her mix of music. I was tired after a long morning of cheerleading for Frank & Hang and left as soon as my shift was over. Frank & I headed over to Casa de Tanner for a nightcap before retiring for the evening. It’s nice to sit around their firepit, gettin’ lazy with a rum and Diet Vanilla Coke.

How was your weekend? I'd love to hear about it.


Anonymous said...

I need the peach cobbler recipe if you are willing to share!

Happy Thanksgiving Kaya,

Kaya said...

Here ya go...

1 c. milk
1 stick butter or margarine, melted
1 c. flour
1 1/4 c. sugar
1 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. cinnamon
1 can peaches with juice
1 can drained peaches

Heat oven to 375 degrees. Pour butter into 9x13 pan. Mix together flour, 1 cup of sugar and baking powder. Slowly add milk & mix until smooth. Pour evenly over butter in pan but do NOT mix together. Add fruit & juice to pan but again, do NOT mix. Just try to place the fruit as evenly as possible. Mix together remaining sugar and cinnamon and sprinkle over top. Bake for 45 minutes until golden.

This is a more cake like cobbler than a pastry crust one and so easy.

TwinKim said...

You forgot to add that it's called Career Girl Cobbler. The name dates back to the very early 1900's when few women worked outside the home. Those that did were "career girls" (note: not career "women") and were still expected to have a full, home cooked meal on the table when hubby got home.

The Career Girl Cobbler is quick to throw together and anyone short on time can have it assembled and in the oven about the time that the rest of the meal hits the table. It will be piping hot and ready to serve just about the time that the meal is finished!

Heels, pearls and a full apron required.

Anonymous said...

Hi Kay,
Maulie here. Thanks so much for the kind words! I'll be back in Austin debuting a brand new show with Red Light Burlesque on April 1st at the Continental Club. I hope to see you there!
Maulie Keebler

P.S. The portrait you posted of me is by Anthony Jager. ; )