Guys. It’s been too long, I know. New job is kicking my butt. (In a good, consensual way.) I took a little time off recently to visit TheBoy’s hometown of Houston, Texas. While Orlando remains the furthest south I’ve even been, Houston is a close second. Weather-wise, it felt kind of what I expect the surface of the sun to feel like. Hot? YES.
The main reason we went was the rodeo, because the best way to lure me to anything remotely outdoorsy is deep fried food on a stick.
I went with the brownie balls. They were delicious.
It was literally my first rodeo, so I had no idea what to expect. The answer turns out to be crazy animal hijinks, fewer rope tricks than you’d think, and the insanity that is the calf scramble. Oh, and Little Big Town, a country act I could (pretend) to get behind (for a few hours).
But the greater Houston area is so much more than the
NRG Stadium rodeo. It’s the Museum of Natural Science:
The Museum of Fine Arts:
The Kemah Boardwalk:
And mother-freaking NASA:
“I wish I could quit you.”
Me and Scott Kelly say “Hey girl.”
The biggest revelation, though, was neither the palm trees nor the TV stations that start with K nor the rampant appearance of unironic cowboy hats. It was Luby’s.
Forget Huckabee’s: I heart Luby’s.
It’s a cafeteria chain and I would legitimately live there if that were remotely possible.
This meal was so cheap, it was like THEY paid ME.
Don’t mess with it, people. Don’t mess with it.