My Addled Brain

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It’s been an interesting couple of days on planet Texas to be sure. Some highlights (none of which include the 16+ hour days I’ve put in so far):

I’m staying in a hotel that reeks. Reeks of cigarette smoke, to be precise. Not the scent of a recently smoked butt, but the quality fragrance of a paint bucket full of ash and butts left out in the rain for a week, then air dried. Oh, yeah, I’m loving the accomidations. Not to mention the fact that I’m staying in a handicapped room, and the room is located on the third floor. What kind of mo-ron (that’s actually two words here in TX, but I’m hypenating it so you laymen out there still recognize it) builds a hotel with a handicapped room on the third floor. Utterly astounding.

The rental car they got me is a little better. Not a whole lot, mind you, but a little bit, anyway. It’s an ‘ought-1 Ford Focus. Took me a little bit to get used to the automatic transmission, but it’s not a bad car for having the engine space of a minivan.

Sunday, I headed out to BFE, Texas, to race remote control 4×4 trucks. That was actually pretty fun. My buddy Mike Rodio and a couple of his friends (Mike’s hetero lifemate Jeremy, and their friend Eric) have these ridiculous 4×4 trucks that can drive over damn near anything that’s lower to the ground than their wheels, and usually catch quite a bit of air while doing so. We had a great time drinking beer and running these trucks all over creation, and the fun only continued when Eric pulled out his tractor and proceeded to dig up a track in his backyard. Honestly, I really don’t think it gets more Texan than that. We continued to enjoy ourselves until it got dark, when the mosquitoes decided to crawl out from whatever hole they were in and proceeded to enjoy the four of us with a nice chablis. I look like I have chicken pox right now, for cryin’ out loud…

After feeding the bugs, we went inside and proceeded to enjoy a rockin’ fried chicken dinner, cooked up courtesy of Eric’s girlfriend, who’s name escapes me at the moment (which is pretty embarrasing, considering I won five bucks from her after cleaning her clock in Capcom Vs. SNK). After dinner, we started to watch Dude, Where’s My Car (in the words of Beetlejuice: "It keeps gettin’ funnier, every time I see it!") until we realized it was quarter to 11, and Mike’s wife was going to remove delicate portions of his anatomy for being out so late.

Other than that, I’ve been enjoying re-aquaining myself with the local cuisine, and it’s uber fat content. Good gravy, everything here is either fried, covered in barbeque, or mexican. I have enjoyed the breakfast tacos from Eats Mesquite Grill, and Mom’s Country Kitchen makes some killer lunchtime grub. Be sure to wash it down with a big glass of petrolium - it’s the Houston Way!