I like my stupid life just the way it is
My baby sister is all growed up! She got her BA from Rice on Saturday. We went out to dinner to celebrate that and Mother's Day, since my mom had an early flight today and the rest of us were leaving later. We did not go back to the Hobbit Cafe, where we went last time we were all in town for a graduation. Boo. It's really hobbity in there! It's like a Rush album exploded! With avocado on everything!
We did go to the Ginger Man after dinner, and all five of us drank beer together as a family. Yay! I noticed they had a copy up on the wall of J.P. Donleavy's book The Ginger Man, which I'd figured must be the chain's namesake. I couldn't even finish that book when I tried reading it a few years ago, it was so boring. Surprising, since Donleavy is a marvelous comic writer. Maybe I'll have to give it another go.
Houston was wonderfully hot and humid. Not unbearable - just right. 70s at night, upper 80s/low 90s during the day. I loved it. I wore flip flops and cutoffs and a tank top and sunscreen and sunglasses. I came back and it was cold and raining. Fuck you, Seattle. Fuck you. (It's supposed to be in the UPPER EIGHTIES AND SUNNY Thursday and Friday, though! We shall see.)
The Rice campus is covered in live oak trees, and I picked up some ball moss that live on the trees and fall off periodically. I have three little ball moss critters on their little twigs. Now to figure out how to make them not die. They're cute! Epiphytes!!
Today my mom left without waking up me or my sister, which was silly of her, but I just called her and wished her happy Mother's Day so that's all right. The rest of us helped my little sister schlep her stuff out of her dorm room, and then we went to brunch at Croissant Brioche, which did in fact have good brioche. I flew back to Seattle, my middle sister flew back to Phoenix, and my dad and my gradumacated sister are driving her car, packed to the gills with her stuff, off to Phoenix, where she'll be moving in with my middle sister. She follows my middle sister everywhere. To college, and now to her city, to her house even. It's nice that they're that close. But it doesn't mean she's getting off the hook from getting a job and paying rent. Welcome to the real world, kiddo.
At the airport I read the Houston Press and saw an item about a gallery show by this guy, The Death Head. I really like his stuff!
And that, friends, is the third and most likely the final time I will ever visit Houston.
Arr, time to do work I didn't do on the plane.
We did go to the Ginger Man after dinner, and all five of us drank beer together as a family. Yay! I noticed they had a copy up on the wall of J.P. Donleavy's book The Ginger Man, which I'd figured must be the chain's namesake. I couldn't even finish that book when I tried reading it a few years ago, it was so boring. Surprising, since Donleavy is a marvelous comic writer. Maybe I'll have to give it another go.
Houston was wonderfully hot and humid. Not unbearable - just right. 70s at night, upper 80s/low 90s during the day. I loved it. I wore flip flops and cutoffs and a tank top and sunscreen and sunglasses. I came back and it was cold and raining. Fuck you, Seattle. Fuck you. (It's supposed to be in the UPPER EIGHTIES AND SUNNY Thursday and Friday, though! We shall see.)
The Rice campus is covered in live oak trees, and I picked up some ball moss that live on the trees and fall off periodically. I have three little ball moss critters on their little twigs. Now to figure out how to make them not die. They're cute! Epiphytes!!
Today my mom left without waking up me or my sister, which was silly of her, but I just called her and wished her happy Mother's Day so that's all right. The rest of us helped my little sister schlep her stuff out of her dorm room, and then we went to brunch at Croissant Brioche, which did in fact have good brioche. I flew back to Seattle, my middle sister flew back to Phoenix, and my dad and my gradumacated sister are driving her car, packed to the gills with her stuff, off to Phoenix, where she'll be moving in with my middle sister. She follows my middle sister everywhere. To college, and now to her city, to her house even. It's nice that they're that close. But it doesn't mean she's getting off the hook from getting a job and paying rent. Welcome to the real world, kiddo.
At the airport I read the Houston Press and saw an item about a gallery show by this guy, The Death Head. I really like his stuff!
And that, friends, is the third and most likely the final time I will ever visit Houston.
Arr, time to do work I didn't do on the plane.