We linger over dinner at our favorite South Austin Mexican restaurant -- Seis Salsas or Guero's though we should try to branch out some -- and play footsie. After we've crossed back over the Congress Avenue bridge, we park by one of the hotels and sit on the hillside to wait for the bats. There's a small crowd. Kids hold balloons. Some people wander over from out of town, even from as far as Holland, and ask what we're doing. By the time the long thread of bats unwinds itself above the Statesman building, we've given out directions to three different restaurants and the smallest children are having sweet dreams.
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