Yes, I have an account. It's a love/hate relationship. Mostly I hate it but it loves me back by providing me with an asoif group wherein I can spew some of my literary obsessions and where I can also communicate with the four people with whom I might otherwise lose contact (you know who you are). And that's it. I despise the sophmoric nature of the "like" button and yet I use it liberally. I wish it were called the "oh yeah, ha, sure, I get you" button. Then maybe I wouldn't wince so hard every time I click it.
But I digress, as usual.
Back to the point.
Houston wasn't originally on the itinerary. Not that I have anything against the Space City but we thought we'd barrel on through to San Antonio without stopping other than bladder relief and the partaking of Texas bar-b-que.
But via Facebook, I realized my ex co-worker Sid recently moved there.
Sid, the man to whom I used to run with my seemingly endless charting issues and who would, in his halcyon manner, solve them all. How could we not divert a couple of miles off the interstate and say hello?
We could not.
And, because I'm not seeing patients and therefore have no charting to do, he agreed to meet us for dinner since there was a near 100% guarantee that I would not ask him Medicare reimbursement questions.
Sid, you're a prince among men.
Thanks to Sid and Megan for a lovely evening of Mexican food, margaritas (or was that Makers Mark and Coke?) and good company.
There are cool things to do in Houston. Things like art festivals to go to and parks to walk in. According to Sid and Megan and this book...
...we could have spent hours doing and seeing interesting things while we were in Houston.
Instead we spent our time napping in the hotel room, watching Spanglish and uploading a thousand photos and trying to catch up on blogging.
So this is what you all get of Houston:
It's a city that smells like money. And it's much greener than I expected. But that's about all I can tell you.
I can, however, provide details on the plot and characters of Spanglish; a surprisingly enjoyable little bit of Adam Sandler and Cloris Leachman. But I'm guessing you don't tune in here for movie reviews, you'd rather I stick to the script and give you more photos of Houston.
Oops.
Next up, San Antonio. Don't worry, I'll do better on that one.
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