Was looking at my pictures from many moons ago including the first year they brought back Mardi Gras to Galveston. It only got better and better each year but it has been a long time since my last visit to the Island.
Now the Houston Rodeo is just around the corner, what great times I had there as well. I recalled my first time there with a friend and forgetting where the heck I had parked. My feet were so swollen I just sat on the parking lot and waited for everyone to leave. Not a minute to soon...as I finally spotted the car...it began to rain.
Another person in Billy Bob's blog posted about the honky tonks in Pasadena and Baytown and how they are always full from the three daily shifts at the refineries. It reminded me of my old stomping grounds the City of South Houston, Pasadena, and Deer Park. Always something to do or somewhere to go in the big city no matter the hour.
Where else would you find beer joints named The Doghouse, He is not Here, She is not Here and so many more other funny names that currently escape me?
Reminiscing...I guess that is what one would call it.
Good night. May you all have Terlingua Dreams.
