880
880 is a highway in the Bay Area and the number of miles it takes to cross Texas from one end to the next if you're using Interstate 10. I cannot imagine how many truckers have cried when they saw that mile marker as the crossed from Louisiana into Texas.
I went to Houston this past weekend to get away from NOLA for a few days. I stayed at my friend Rusty's house, the house with the nice pool and the twenty foot high fence, which allows one to swim au natural and to work on that full body tan.
Friday afternoon started with a few Heinekens and two hours in the pool. That night we went to The Stables for dinner, which is the Friday night destination restaurant for gay men over the age of 55 who like to smoke and drink like the fishies. Although I don't fit the criteria, Rusty and his friend Thomas like the place. The staff knows who their regulars are and what they like. Thomas' boyfriend Frank joined us for dinner and he kept the drinks coming. Afterwards we went to Meteor, which is becoming quite a happening place. I especially like the fact that when asking for the house vodka, I'm offered Skyye or Absolut. The crowd was quite attractive and the bar was very nice; it's probably the best in Houston until JR's remodels to better its new competition.
Saturday, Rusty's errands, lunch at the Barbeque Inn (where apparently no one orders the BBQ (I did)), and then more pool time and Heinekens. Dinner with family, then a quick tour of the new football stadium, Reliant Park, where the new Houston Texans football team will play.
Back home Sunday. Just in time for the beginning of New Orleans' revolution.
880 is a highway in the Bay Area and the number of miles it takes to cross Texas from one end to the next if you're using Interstate 10. I cannot imagine how many truckers have cried when they saw that mile marker as the crossed from Louisiana into Texas.
I went to Houston this past weekend to get away from NOLA for a few days. I stayed at my friend Rusty's house, the house with the nice pool and the twenty foot high fence, which allows one to swim au natural and to work on that full body tan.
Friday afternoon started with a few Heinekens and two hours in the pool. That night we went to The Stables for dinner, which is the Friday night destination restaurant for gay men over the age of 55 who like to smoke and drink like the fishies. Although I don't fit the criteria, Rusty and his friend Thomas like the place. The staff knows who their regulars are and what they like. Thomas' boyfriend Frank joined us for dinner and he kept the drinks coming. Afterwards we went to Meteor, which is becoming quite a happening place. I especially like the fact that when asking for the house vodka, I'm offered Skyye or Absolut. The crowd was quite attractive and the bar was very nice; it's probably the best in Houston until JR's remodels to better its new competition.
Saturday, Rusty's errands, lunch at the Barbeque Inn (where apparently no one orders the BBQ (I did)), and then more pool time and Heinekens. Dinner with family, then a quick tour of the new football stadium, Reliant Park, where the new Houston Texans football team will play.
Back home Sunday. Just in time for the beginning of New Orleans' revolution.
