I went on a trip to Houston this weekend for my nephew’s (he’s also my Gawd-child) 11th birthday party. Houston is not my favorite place. Other than my brother’s family, a few friends and the Museum of Fine Arts, Houston, the city just sucks to me. It’s just too big. They’ve been working on the interstate for, maybe, 120 years. Traffic bites, etc., you get the picture.
So we basically played Mario Kart for the Wii all day. His grandparents bought him a telescope, and last night we went out to try to find the moon. The moon, alas, was not to rise until after midnight, so we looked at random stars.
The highlight of the trip was this giant frog painted on the I-10 overpass at Rayne, home of the Frog Festival, where we stopped for lunch on the way home.
Texas in general isn’t my bag of tea.
Having just been in Houston yesterday, I have to agree. It seemed ironic that it was there where we encountered the torrential downpour (and as soon as we left the city limits we were driving into sunshine…) and the stupidest Jack in the Box employees in the entire country.
Don’t even get me started on Texas.