It wasn’t just the eclectic neon signage, the disaffected baristas or the transvestite cowboy in snared tights with a patent leather boombox handbag. Those are all notable details, but the cowboy had a bluetooth headset and was chatting to someone — I assume a fellow wrangler in heels. This pretty much summed up my visit to Austin. I wish I knew how to quit Austin. But I don’t. Keep Austin weird, I say.