Alas, It is finished.
It was probably the longest week ever. If D-Day were a week long it would have felt as long as our week. It was fun. It was memorable. It was tiring. It was everything I imagined it'd be.
I haven't posted in a couple of days so I am going to recap those days some.
Friday we arrived in Houston in record time: 5hrs 30mins. We left Mission, TX at around 8:30am and arrived at Houston around 1:30 or 1:45pm. We startled everyone and record keepers scribbled in their notepads scratching every old record off and placing our new record over the etches in bright yellow to stand out for the world to see. It was good passing the Falfurrias checkpoint because we got to meet a slur mouthed border patrol whom we questioned his citizenship after speaking with him. This guy said "muy mAmericanitizens? ". Rusty says "American Citizen." Then he points at me with suspicion and I quickly answer.
"smmhair muyeaded?"
"Huh?"
"smmhair muyeaded? Moll rown rahack widow."
"Roll down the window, Rusty. Houston, we're going to Houston."
"Yeah, Houston."
"mmuston. muy iys have agudd rip."
And he waved us off. It was classic.
We get to Houston and hit up Del Sol. If you don't know what Del Sol is, you haven't lived. It is a great Mexican food joint, great food for real cheap.
After Del Sol we go get a haircut at some halfass joint in the dirtiest part of town where a group of Vietnamese hairdresser met and built a hair salon charging 5 bucks for men's hair. Pretty sweet deal. I go get my hair cut down to a 2 and then the un-understandable Viet-chic is just talking and talking about whatever and about making it straight in front and I'm trying to explain how I want it and I think she is going for shaping up my hair around the ear and then she does the unimaginable...she clips my sideburns and gives me a fucktard looking gap between my sideburn and beard. RAWR!
Later that night we hit up some place called Fitzgeralds and meet up with Yeshua about an hour after he finds his way our way. I'm pretty sure Yeshua isn't from Houston. Yeshua was a good sight to see. I missed that guy. Fitzgerald's was lame. IHOP afterwards was great.
I got to visit The Galleria on Saturday. Fantastic. It's huge. You can live there. You can do all sorts of shit in that place. It's beautiful! BEAUTIFUL! Giant Super Soaker fountain in the middle is cool too. I wasn't that impressed with the place although it was huge and had stores i'd never heard of. It was cool. We went to Fitzgeralds again and saw some better bands. My non-existent tooth was aching all night. That sucked. I am also pretty sure I blew out my eardrum from the loud ass metal band downstairs, Dead Poets Society or some shit. The lead singer had alot of energy and I'm sure he was annoying his bandmates by whispering shit in their ears and mocking their instruments as they played. *Shrug* We ate Del Sol that night...mmm goood.
Easter Morning we woke up at the butt-crack of dawn around 7:15 or so and took off to Center of Life Church at around 7:30 to hit the 8am service. It was a good church. Great music and good people and preaching. I liked it alot. Donuts were a major plus.
We hung out at Rusty's dad's home a bit and hid Easter eggs from his little half brothers and I happened to eat a chocolate bunny that belonged to one of the kids. I thought it was just a basket, but I was wrong.... :- my bad, dawg! The little kid was pissed. We jetted from there to Rusty's step-dad's mom's place and ate some burgers and brisket and some delicious freakin pecan pie and chocolate cake. Yum. Good people.
Left that place and packed up. Headed down 288 to pick up Yeshua at his home and talked to his Brown Pube-hair mustache goatee stoned Paulie Shore talking goofball brother for a bit and then headed to rendevous with Jerica at the Best Buy parking lot which was hard as hell to find. Finished up there and headed up to Jacksonville and everything is padlocked even my room. Ms. Dyke Davis threatens to be a bitch, but then Yeshua's room gets opened so I just went in and dropped my junk off. It was good. Yessum!
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