Author: TeRRY

i had told my parents we should eat breakfast at a whataburger, but they ended up turning into a denny’s before we found the whataburger. after breakfast, we headed to a half price books my dad had spotted on the way into town the day before. i managed to find the two issues of Texas monthly i’d missed because i accidentally let my subscription run out. (and they were in excellent shape, which was nice.) i also picked up a few cds:

• version galore – meat beat manifesto (play it again sam)
• beers, steers, and qveers – revolting cocks (wax trax)
• spit – kittie (ng/artemis)
• i love everybody – lyle lovett (curb/mca)
• car wheels on a gravel road – lucinda williams (mercury/polygram)
• swingin’ the devil’s dream – spade cooley (proper)

from there we headed to the george bush presidential library. the grounds are pretty nice, although they seemed to like curving roads and walkways in unnecessary ways. the museum was closed because they were redoing it, but we were able to watch the video (which i had a coughing fit in…yep, still ill although getting better). they also had the traveling white house exhibit. it’s a 1″ to 1′ scale model of the white house, including the east and west wings. which means it’s miniature, but it’s pretty big. the guy who made it updates it every time a new president comes in and changes things, so it’s got the right chandeliers, carpets, pictures, chairs, etc. there is a pretty amazing amount of detail, down to books, tvs, etc. they said when a new president comes in, it takes them three years to update and build all of the new stuff and settings. it’s pretty crazy, but it’s cool to see. the visual model also gave me a better understanding of where everything is in relation to everything else in the white house. from watching videos that are with it, i also learned the press room (west wing…you know, the room with the white house logo on the blue drapes where they give daily briefings) is built on top of a swimming pool fdr used. i mean, the floor is built on 2×4’s and plywood and there is still a (empty) pool underneath it. and there are a heck of a lot of ethernet cables running underneath there (for all of the reporters equipment and such). besides the white house model, they also had one of the presidential limos president bush had used during his years as president.
after looking through all of that stuff, we went through the gift shop (where i once again avoided purchasing anything). we then went outside and looked at the sculpture “the day the wall came down” (of the horses jumping over the fallen berlin wall). it’s a pretty cool piece. after that we walked down to the pond in the back. my dad and i walked around it, as well as back to the cemetery lot where the bushes will be buried. (more of those unnecessarily winding paths here too.)
from the library we drove and stopped at a mcdonald’s to plan our next step. we decided we would go to the messina hof winery for their tour, then head to huntsville. on the drive from the library to messina hof, while driving down university, i looked in my rearview mirror to see another old ford pickup coming up behind me. not just another one…the same model as mine. a black 1965 short-bed f-100 pickup. the guy pulled up next to me and when i looked over he gave me a big thumbs up and i smiled at him. i couldn’t tell if it was a v-8 or not. but it was sort of weird to see someone with the same thing.
we got to messina hof and had some time before the next tour, so we decided to do a wine tasting. my dad and i paid $5 each and got to select four wines to sample. after doing that, we decided to go ahead and wait for the tour. at first we thought we were going to be the only ones, but within the first 15 minutes or so after it started about 6 other people had joined us. they gave us the history of the winery, then showed us around the villa and the winery. the villa is an inn/bed and breakfast they built. it looked like a pretty cool place for a couple to go. (something i’ll have to keep in mind, should i ever find myself in that situation again.) they also have a restaurant, but it wasn’t opened. the tour included another tasting, so we got to try four more wines. the guide also gave some info and tips on wines, how to sample them, how to inspect them, etc. it was informative, since i’ve never known much of anything about it. i still don’t like wine much, but what i did learn is that i prefer white or lighter wines (not dry though) to reds. and all these years i kept buying reds, convinced that’s what i should drink. although overall i prefer ports because they are sweeter. i ended up buying a bottle of sweet sangria and a bottle of muscat canelli. we also got a free glass with each tasting, so i have a pair of messina hof wine glasses.
after that we hopped on the highway and headed to huntsville. we got into huntsville and checked into a motel 6, then we looked in the yellow pages for a place to eat. we ended up going to kaldi’s (their site plays classical music when you load it, so you might want to avoid it), a coffeehouse near sam houston state university that serves sandwiches, coffee, smoothies, etc.
after eating i drove my parents down i-45 to show them the huge sam houston statue that was put up a few years ago. it’s close to white and has bright lights on it. when you’re driving up from houston toward hunstville, you can see it from miles away. it looks like it’s right in the middle of the road for several miles before you get to it. headed south on i-45, you just sort of suddenly stumble onto it on your left because it’s around a curve and mostly obscured by trees and hills. after seeing it in both directions, we headed back to the motel.

sunday morning (the 23rd…a week ago) my parents got up to eat breakfast with the newlyweds and the new in-laws at 9am. i slept until 10:30am or so, since check out for “the out back” was 11am. i still felt pretty crappy, so i took some more dayquil. around 11am my parents returned, then we went over to heather’s parents’ house and hung out for awhile. linc and heather opened all of their wedding presents. i had some orange juice. my parents discussed just parting ways since i was feeling sick, but i figured since we were already together and in the area, we might as well go ahead and do some stuff. i needed to return the monkey suit to a men’s wearhouse to avoid late fees, so we decided we’d head to college station.
they had originally wanted to do the blue bell tour, but i guess they don’t do it on sundays and we were leaving the area so that didn’t work out. another thing they’d mentioned that we could do was go by washington-on-the-brazos. if you don’t know your Texas history, look it up. we went to the information center and gift shop, then through the museum. i’d been there a couple of years ago with jennifer and her kids, but that was during a reenactment of the signing of the Texas declaration of independence so it was packed with people. (okay, i gave it away…but you should still look it up…history is interesting.) this time, there weren’t very many folk. the museum is pretty cool. it’s in the shape of a five-pointed star, and is two stories. you can learn a fair bit about the general history of Texas at it, as well as the way people lived, worked, etc. somewhere right around here, i rolled 63k on my ’65 pickup.
we took off and headed to college station. i dropped my tux off and we checked into a motel 6. my parents were asking about a place i’d like to eat, but most of the places i could think of i used to eat are either gone or were generic chains that aren’t interesting to eat at when you’re visiting somewhere. they ended up stopping at a chili’s. (ah, defeat.) we went back to the motel room so my dad could watch the cowboys play. that was the end of day one.

saturday started with my brother coming by to pick me up for lunch. (at least i think that’s how it started…i don’t remember for sure.) we dropped by the mariposa and picked up abheek (another groomsman) and headed into brenham to meet jim and josh (the other two groomsmen). on the way we stopped at a convenience store and i picked up a bottle of dayquil. i ended up using quite a bit of the dayquil over the next couple of days. normally i don’t like to take any medicine at all, but i felt like i needed to be reasonably functional if possible. (oddly, the last wedding i was in i was ill for as well. although much worse that time. that was 5 or so years ago.)
we went to the bt longhorn saloon. the saloon has a really cool, big wooden bar. i didn’t drink. we ate lunch and linc gave us our gifts. they were invicta chrome mechanical skeleton pocket watches. a very cool gift. after lunch we headed back to heather’s parents’ house and went upstairs where they have a pool table, pinball machine, darts, etc. we hung out there for an hour or two, then started to take off to get ready for the wedding.
i went back to “the out back” and took a shower, then got into the tux. i had already shaved and greatly trimmed down my goatee before leaving houston, but i tried to clean the goatee up a bit more before leaving. i hopped into my pickup and headed over to the mariposa. i was within a few minutes of being there according to schedule for groom’s party pictures, but i went ahead and was driving pretty fast up the first part of the dirt road. some car moved to pull out in front of me at the first house, so i slowed down, then stopped as they sat there for awhile. they slowly pulled out and went down the one-lane dirt road at about 2 mph. when they stopped and parked i stopped behind them, then a lady with two girls got out and came back to me and proceeded to reprimand me. “excuse me, sir, you need to slow down when you’re driving here. there’s a wedding going on and you’re going to kick up dust onto everything. so when you drive out you need to go slower.” i smiled and told her i didn’t think i was going to be leaving, but thanks. (i had planned on slowing down quite a bit once i got to the part with the houses, but i hadn’t thought about going 2 mph to avoid kicking up dust.)
once there, i hung out with linc and my parents and the groomsmen, and eventually had a bunch of pictures taken with me. (not something i enjoy.) at this point my brother and i also got to meet one of my mother’s half-sisters (blood related), who had come to the wedding. (i didn’t actually see or talk to her much after that.) and i sucked down some more dayquil. and someone brought over some smaller cups of the frozen margaritas for the reception so i had one of those. the wedding party got ready and we all walked over to the chapel.
it was a bit hot at 6pm in a tux, but not horrible. the ceremony went off well. the only abnormality i recall is when heather’s mom lit her family candle and walked away, it looked like it had fallen over. what actually happened was the wax was so soft it slumped over onto the unity candle. after my parents lit their candle, it did the same thing. we were all noticing it and laughing, somewhat humorously and somewhat alarmed that the chapel might start on fire. when the judge (who was performing the ceremony for them) got to the point where linc and heather were supposed to go light the unity candle, everyone sort of laughed. then the judge made a joke about unexpected things needing to happen at weddings, but then said she thought it was actually neat because it represented a more real combining of families with the candles touching and melting onto the unity candle. (fast thinking on her feet.) the ceremony ended and everyone headed over to the pavilion right beside the chapel for the reception. when we were walking back down the aisle, i noticed the potts’ had shown up.
the reception music was pretty much picked by my brother, so it was a combination of old country, old blues, dylan, Texas swing, etc. later in the evening some funk and more modern stuff started showing up. the groom’s cake was a rectangular white icing cake. (perhaps carrot cake with cream cheese icing? i only had a few bites, but it tasted very good.) on top were some musical notes in icing and propped up cd-size copies of three album covers: johnny cash, dylan, and lightnin’ hopkins. (i don’t recall which specific albums they were.) the wedding cake was also white, but about four or five round stacked layers. it had butterflies on it. (this makes more sense if you know that “mariposa” means “butterfly” in spanish.) i think it was white cake with a strawberry glaze inside…i didn’t actually have any of it.
i walked around for some of the reception, then sat at a table with the potts’ and drank punch and eventually got a little bit of food, talked with two couples who’d driven from brady for the wedding (friends of the family), and then decided i couldn’t really take it any more. i did see the first dance, the father-daughter dance, and the mother-son dance. but the combination of a large crowd and lots of motion and mingling, my being sick, and the fact that weddings still cause me to get emotional about my own life, led me to strike off more permanently for awhile. i didn’t really feel it would be right for me to leave though, as it was my brother’s wedding, but i didn’t really feel like being surrounded by a bunch of people, feeling bad physically and emotionally. i think the straw was when “silver wings” started playing. i struck off for my pickup, which was parked 100 yards or so away from the pavilion near a house, dropped the tailgate, and laid down on it, looking up at the sky and the stars.
after about maybe 30 minutes or something, my dad showed up and started talking with me. he said he thought maybe i’d left, and that i could go if i felt bad. i said i felt like i should stay, and he said “i’d go if i could, but your mom wants to stay.” we talked for awhile, and i explained i was over there more than just because i was sick. (i think he already knew that, but i went through it anyway.) to give an example, i mentioned my strong emotional ties to the song “waltz across Texas” and the meaning and emotion i’ve attached to it in my mind (i love the sentiment, and would love to be able to dance with someone i felt it for, especially at my reception if i ever get married again), and said i probably would have had to walk away immediately if they’d played it at some point. then a mere minute or two later, “waltz across Texas” started playing. i think my brother, dad, and i all have some of that same tendency to want to avoid large crowds and big social gatherings. although it shows up in different ways and at different levels for each of us. anyway, eventually my brother wandered over. earlier in the day i’d mentioned to him i’d brought some cigars, so he and i smoked cigars for awhile (my dad deferred) and we all talked some, then linc said he should probably get back to the reception. i’m glad my dad, my brother, and i were able to just hang out alone for a little while. a little later my mom came over and we all talked some, then my mom and dad called it a night. after a while, sue showed up looking for jack. i’d seen him head into the house with most of their kids, so i let her know, then he eventually came by. we all talked for awhile, then they took off back to houston. i tried to collect some internal energy and headed back to the reception.
by this point, a lot of the people at the reception had started leaving. my brother was surprised to see me again, as he’d figured i left when our parents did. it was originally supposed to go until around midnight, but linc and heather decided to go ahead and depart early so there’d still be a decent enough crowd around. we saw them off, then pretty much everyone dispersed. the dj kept playing, even when the only people left were the family and people cleaning up for the night. i still felt pretty awkward, just sort of standing around and not talking to anyone. (it’s what i tend to do…i don’t initiate conversation usually or jump into the middle of ongoing ones. but if someone starts to talk to me, i’m generally more than happy to converse.) eventually josh (one of the groomsmen) said a few of them were going to head over to the pool and sit there and talk. i wavered for awhile on whether i could handle any more awkward social moments, but eventually decided to go with them. it turned out to be all the groomsmen and beverly (who shot the wedding, and is jim’s wife). we sat on lounge chairs and talked for awhile, until most all of the lights were off and everyone else was gone.
as we were parting, i mentioned to jim he’d said i could give him my resume a couple of years ago since i’d like to live in austin but i don’t have any contacts there in the field i work in. he remembered and he gave me some contact info and told me he could pass it on because he works with people who do the kind of stuff i do. getting around the hr department is really the best possible path for finding a job, so if my resume can get directly in the hands of a systems department that’s good. i’ll have to get around to actually sending him my resume this time. i’m in no rush to find a new job at this point, but if something good in austin ever popped up, i’d be happy to be there.
i walked back mostly in the dark through the empty pavilion and back to my pickup, then headed back to “the out back” and went directly to sleep.

jaime — a friend of linc’s in austin — does concert posters for various shows, as well as doing various other types of print artwork. based on posters of old westerns, he created a poster for linc and heather’s wedding. here’s a quick picture i took:

 
(“mariposa” is spanish for “butterfly” so that might help explain the butterflies)
he hand-printed a limited run of 45 and they gave them to wedding party people and family. (the picture above is of mine.) he was at the wedding, and i know he got a lot of comments from various people about the poster.
by the way, jaime is the same guy who did the red and black hand-printed johnny cash poster i have framed and in my living room.

you know, at this point i don’t remember much about the earlier part of last week. i ended up buying the second palm/directors label the work of directors box set with the border’s coupon. (i already have the first one.) this one has a dvd and book for stephane sednaoui, anton corbijn, jonathan glazer, and mark romanek (he did the johnny cash “hurt” video…*swoon*…which is on this dvd). what i should have bought instead was the 3-disc criterion edition of brasil. i didn’t realize the criterion version i have is so much less.
one day (tuesday? thursday?) i went over to the potts’ and ate supper with them and watched word wars. it’s a documentary about tournament scrabble players. it’s an interesting peek into the lives of some intelligent and/or eclectic folk. the movie is rather aware it is making jokes or poking fun at some of the participants, but at the same time you also end up understanding them better and hoping for the best for them. or at least i did. i also determined i don’t really want to invest the energy in becoming a “serious” scrabble player. i’d rather know what a word means and not know how to spell it than know how to spell lots of words but not really know what they mean (or have the only reason for knowing them be their odd letters or small size).
if anything else happened before my extended weekend, i appear to have forgotten it.
i took friday, monday, and tuesday off of work. the occasion? my brother was getting married on the 22nd in brenham. i spent a couple of days in brenham for the wedding, then spent a couple of days with my parents. unfortunately, i started feeling sick and was ill with a head cold/fever for pretty much the whole time i was away from work. i started popping vitamin c and zinc lozenges after i got up friday morning, hoping it would take the edge off or (preferably) stop any impending illness. it didn’t. (well, maybe it did, but i was still felt pretty bad a few days.) but i was pretty much back to normal by the day i came back to work (wednesday). how is it exactly that’s the way things work out?
thursday i went by men’s wearhouse and tried on my tux. the pants were a little too long, so they told me to come back by on friday around noon. i went back by on friday and picked the tux up. it was more traditional than i’d been expecting. linc had been looking at some western-ish tuxes, but in the end went with a conservative traditional black tux, silver and grey vest and tie, and a white shirt.
i had originally thought i might ride the motorcycle up there, but in the end i decided to go with the truck because i needed a way to reasonably transport the wedding gifts, my clothes for the weekend, and the tux. as for the gifts: one was a mixer/blender in a decently big box, and the other was a cannister set in a box almost as big and a lot heavier. getting that stuff on a motorcycle didn’t really seem practical. i left houston around 2pm, and even though i figured that’d mean smooth sailing i spent half an hour to an hour in slow traffic on 290 headed out. bleh.
i got to brenham an hour or two before the rehearsal and met my parents at the bed and breakfast we were staying at. it’s called m’s hide-a-way. (seems like an extra hyphen to me, but i’m just copying what they have.) the land around there is nice, but the specific building we were in (the “out back”) felt and looked more like a trailer. it wasn’t — it was built on the second floor of a long barn — but it was long and narrow and had wood paneling. (the other accommodations there look more like typical bed and breakfast fare.)
after being there a bit, i went with my parents over to heather’s (the bride) parents’ house to help set up for the rehearsal dinner. my parents had conveniently chosen a place to stay that was right across the (rural, dirt) road from heather’s parents. i met heather’s parents and some of her family, helped do a little setup stuff, and sat around. my mom convinced me to go ahead and take my gifts over to the house instead of leaving them where we were staying. linc and heather showed up, and i hung out there awhile, then we went to the rehearsal.
the wedding was taking place at the mariposa ranch, a few miles outside of brenham. (and only a couple of miles from heather’s parents’ place.) the mariposa is a bed and breakfast place, but they also have a big pavilion and a glass and wood outdoor open chapel. i met the various people who were going to be in the wedding, linc’s other groomsmen all being people i’ve met and known somewhat over the years. the rehearsal went fine, then we went back to heather’s parents’ house for the dinner.
they had bbq and sides, homemade blackberry and peach cobblers, imperial cane sugar dr. pepper, etc. they also had some tecate and wine, but i didn’t feel like drinking. someone decided linc and heather should go ahead and open the few wedding presents already there, so they did. i had them open the blender first, since it’s a higher dollar item than the cannister set. but what i’d added to the cannister set made it worth a lot more, and made it very heavy. everyone who had picked it up was commenting on how heavy it was, and there was plenty of speculation about what it could be. not knowing i’d be there for them to open it, i’d also made sure and added a note to it to make sure they opened it all up. (i had a bit of fear they’d return it or something, not knowing what was inside…although i think that was unfounded considering how oddly heavy it was.) i had also made the additions so that more showed up with each cannister they opened. so what did i add? $1 coins. a lot of $1 coins. everyone seemed to be impressed by the creative gift giving. i felt a bit self-conscious about it, since i hadn’t really planned for the whole wedding party and family to be there when they opened it. nevertheless, i think it went over well and they were pleasantly surprised, so i felt good about my method of delivery. my illness was also getting worse, so it sort of heightened my normal lack of social outgoingness, but i stuck things out and left with my parents fairly late.

i’m not dead. yet. i’ve just been away from internet access since friday afternoon, and cell usage since saturday night. i will provide highlights of my time away as i feel compelled. which will hopefully be this evening/night and/or over the next day or two.
i will mention now i had over 850 messages waiting for me in one of my inboxes when i returned, only 16 of which weren’t spam. (although most of the 16 were bulk email.) that’s over 200 spam messages per day. i know others have it worse (there are some accounts at work i admin/use that get it worse), but that’s a lot of hitting the “delete” button per day. still, having the same email address since 1998 is nice.

friday i got to go in late to work, but i met some co-workers at niko niko’s for lunch. on the way back, i learned a valuable lesson about the difference between my new vans and the types of shoes i’ve generally worn for the last 10+ years. the soles are much softer, and the shoe is more pliable in general. how did i learn this? on my motorcycle, pushing on the rear (foot) brake while in a turn. instead of pushing the foot pedal like normal, the soft shoe just sort of squished around it and bent. this led me to go faster than intended, which caused my momentum to push me further out, which led me to pop the underside of my bike on the curb. oops. well, at least i didn’t go flying, and the fairly small amount of damage is not visible unless you’re looking under the bike.
as we were leaving work, chris let me know that serenity was showing as the midnight movie at the river oaks. i’ve been planning on seeing it at some point, so figured “why not on the big screen?” i contacted a few people, and kymberlie and lemaster ended up joining me. i think most of the people had already seen it. it was pretty good, but nothing spectacular. i’m not a huge fan of sci-fi television (star trek, babylon 5, whatever else), but i’ll probably give the “firefly” series a try when/if someone gives me the dvds to borrow.
saturday for lunch i went and ate at the new jenni’s noodle house location. good stuff. i’ll probably be going there more often now that it’s nearer to me. i also managed to go by and pick up wedding present(s) for my brother and heather. in the evening i was planning on going to see the gore gore girls and reverend horton heat at the meridian, but those plans ended up falling apart so i ended up going down to sugarland with the potts clan to see the free outdoor showing of night at the museum. we got there late, it was distracting, and we walked around quite a bit, so i can’t really say i watched much of the movie. what i did see seemed adequately funny in a family comedy sort of way. afterward i went back to the potts’ house and watched saturday night live with them.
sunday i skipped church. i think this is the first time i’ve knowingly blown off church since i’ve been going regularly. it’s something that’s been sort of brewing for awhile, but after last sunday i just sort of admitted defeat. ah well. i’m still going to defer talking about it. one of these days i’ll get around to it.
i ate lunch with the potts family at the house of pies, then i dropped by border’s and picked up a copy of the talking heads’ once in a lifetime long-book format box set. with the exception of devo — which predated everything else by maybe two years — the talking heads was one of the first bands i can truly claim as my own choice in music. (the eurythmics, the art of noise, and madness being the other big ones i can think of.)
then i spent around 7.5 hours watching roller derby. the governor’s cup was held in houston this year. it is a tournament between various roller derby leagues from around the state. it was a good time, but it was a lot of roller derby in one sitting. a couple of the games were blow-outs, so they weren’t too exciting. still, being able to sit and watch a lot of mostly alt girls in roller derby outfits knock each other around is a good way to pass the time. those girls have to have some pretty good endurance to be going around the track that many times for that long, knocking each other around, and still have energy to spare.
i came home and decided to watch the deer hunter. which is a good movie, but not necessarily a good idea to start at 10:30pm or so when you’ve got work the next day. i think it clocked in at over 3 hours, and i was getting pretty tired. i don’t think it was amazing…but it was good. i would think a lot of people would find it to be an intolerably slow movie. it spent a whole lot of time just sort of following the characters around the town they were from. and they sang a lot of songs. but i personally didn’t end up feeling too emotionally attached to them. i couldn’t really place the movie in the context of when it came out, so i might be missing some aspects of what made it so well known because of that. i did think de niro’s character was interesting.
tonight i went to border’s because i have a 40% off any dvd box set coupon, but nothing really stuck out to me as something i had to have. i guess i’ll try again tomorrow, since that’s when the coupon ends.

as i mentioned previously, both of my pairs of vans i ordered online came in. i’m now thinking maybe i should have ordered size 10 instead of 9.5. the 9.5 fit, but they feel a little tight. maybe they’ll stretch some as i wear them. we shall see.
i didn’t mention it, but a few days ago i placed an order from rpb industries out of georgia. they sell masterpiece arms guns and accessories (among other things). i received my order today. ordered on the 9th, shipped on the 11th, got it today (13th) — that’s pretty sweet. i ordered 3 sten magazines, a mag loader for them, and a muzzle brake. (all for my mpa930, the mac mini 9mm.) i had purchased a used sten magazine at a gun show, but it seemed loose in my mac so i decided to just buy some new ones. after having loaded the previous ones several times, i also determined a mag loader would be really nice. the muzzle brake — i just thought it looked cool, and it’ll be interesting to see what affect it has on noise level, accuracy, etc.
a couple of nights ago i watched the movie rize. it’s a documentary about the clowning/krump movement started in l.a. in the early 90’s by tommy the clown (tommytheclown.com). krumping is a very fast, very aggressive dance style — it involves a lot of style, as well as coordination. some aspects of it remind me of some of the styles i started seeing in mosh pits in the late 90’s. i don’t know if it was influenced by krumping, but it seems possible. one of the most interesting things is the use of the dancing and group inclusion to help keep kids from getting involved in drugs, gangs, dropping out of school, etc. the documentary draws a lot of parallels between the clowning/krump culture and style and that of the african tribal cultures. some of these dancers are amazing to watch, and the inventiveness and energy put into some of the moves is really cool to see. beyond that, it is interesting to hear about the history of the culture, see its development, and put it in perspective with the culture/place/social fabric from whence it came. despite all of this, i still don’t like clowns. : )
i also recently ran across the phenomenon of parkour in a couple of places. not really related, but i thought i’d mention it because it’s interesting.
a day or two ago, i noticed a jenni’s noodle house sign where i had never seen one before: on the corner of shepherd and alabama, across from ruchi’s (yuck) in that strip
center where the laundromat is.
i just went to www.noodlesrule.com (that’s jenni’s website) and checked it out. it is a second store, not a move. the good thing is the new one — unlike the original — is open on saturdays and they’re open 11am-10pm instead of 11am-3pm. rock!

we interrupt the scheduled sunday information to bring you this breaking story…
yesterday afternoon at work my manager called to let us know we could leave early if we needed to take care of some business before the tropical storm hit. the tropical storm? that’s right, humberto had stealthily appeared at our southern border out of almost nowhere. with supposedly sustained winds of 25-30 miles per hour and gusts up to 50 or 60 mph possible, a co-worker and i immediately knew there was only one option — road trip! we hopped in his rx-8 and headed toward the coast. we decided to take 288 down to freeport, then ride the coast up galveston island back to 45.
i had a good time, but to be honest it wasn’t breathtaking or anything. the wind was blowing pretty decently, but nothing exceptional. the waves were breaking along the coast line pretty heavily, but not really out of control. it rained, sometimes pretty heavily, but again nothing exceptional that i saw. the only very traumatic part of the trip was when i went to quickly tiptoe through a puddle on a sidewalk in the wind and rain and the puddle ended up getting deeper and going on for about 20 yards. i was wearing my brand new pair of vans for the first day, and they got soaked. (when i got home, my other new pair of vans were waiting for me at the door, so i wore them today and joked about the wetness changing the color.) other than that, the trip mostly involved driving along and making a bunch of smart remarks while filming with the co-worker’s video camera. and eating beef jerky and bbq corn nuts and drinking gatorade. (because we needed emergency supplies in case something went horribly wrong.)
we did see several local news trucks down along the seawall near the landmark hotel. i think they picked it for the same reason we stopped there — it was one of the few places that had lights out over the water, so you could see the water hitting the pylons and the rain blowing around the building in the wind. and the occasional body boarder walking by to go down into the water. heh.
i did of course miss part of the radio show to participate in this event. but jay, ever the gracious taskmaster, saw the hard-hitting, fact-finding, award-worthy investigative journalism that was bound to come out of this pursuit so he allowed me to skip. i called into the show to give a live humberto 2007 update, and actually made it back into houston in time to show up for the last 30 minutes or so of the show.
i’m glad i did it, but hopefully next time there’ll be more to see. (where ever i’m heading next time probably won’t have the same hope.) it looks like — as with rita — beaumont and the Texas-louisiana border saw more action overnight than we did. fortunately for me, the main complainer about my snarky comments about rita no longer lives in the area so i shouldn’t have to deal with any of his “anonymous” sniping this time around.

i previously mentioned that friday night i was a social butterfly. kind of an odd situation, but i actually had three events going on in one night, all overlapping. fortunately, everything turned out pretty well.
first, after work i headed to cyclone anaya’s on grey near downtown. a guy from another organization i’ve worked with some was leaving his job and having a going away happy hour. there i met chris (from where i work), luis (the guy in question), and three of his co-workers. i had originally thought about getting something alcoholic, but ended up just ordering a tea after i realized i was wearing a minor threat t-shirt. i got to the place a little later than i’d planned, and ended up staying later than i’d planned. but i enjoyed talking with the folk, and when we were leaving and i was shaking hands and doing the “it was nice to meet you” stuff one of the co-workers said “i’m going to give you a hug, because it was very nice to meet you.” i decided to enjoy the moment of thought that she might actually have meant she had some level of more interest in me, since she seemed pretty cool and i knew it wouldn’t take long for me to rationalize it all away. and of course, it didn’t take long. but it was a nice way to kick off the evening. (and who knows? maybe there was something to it. *shrug* my co-workers quickly helped me to squelch that thought on monday.)
due to my schedule shift, from there i hopped on my bike and headed over to tropioca for the geek gathering for the radio show. turnout was pretty good. there were a couple of new faces, but mostly familiar ones. i had a smoothie and was there for maybe about hour. at that point, i had to take off for my next event before it was over.
so i jumped back on my bike and headed to taft street coffeehouse. normally i wouldn’t go to that place. it’s run by ecclesia and i have some deep, old scars from the way they handled business, and ran things, and treated me and tamara, jack and sue, and others. my issue’s not with the members of the church (i’ve had numerous friends over the years who continued to go there), but the leadership that was in place when we were going there. and since it felt like (imo) more of a chris seay promotional and personal glory vehicle than a true church or church community (even though there have been and probably are people having community there, and i heard things have gotten better), i still just don’t really want to have anything to do with things tied directly to the church or chris. all that to say, the reason i went there was the gallery they have in the building – the xnihilo gallery – was having the opening/reception of an exhibit by jack potts. yes, my friend jack who does photography under the name bohemian photography. called “junk yard thoughts”, it’s photos jack took of various things in a big metal and scrap yard. there are some pretty cool images. there were a fair number of people there that i’ve known at various points over the years.
once they were closing the place down, i headed back to the geek gathering. as i’d expected, most everyone had left. but treocast was around and he and i had a good conversation for awhile outside.
after that, i went back home and changed shirts, then headed over to eric and amy’s place for an after-party for the gallery showing. jack was there, but ended up falling asleep on the floor since he’d only gotten about 1 hour of sleep in the previous three days. the only thing that really stands out in my mind from being there is DON’T DRINK BACARDI RAZZ! they were all complaining about it and i figured “hey, i like bacardi. how bad could it be?” i poured myself maybe a half of an old-fashioned glass, over ice. it was bad. it was really bad. it was like they prepare it by running rum over old rusted pieces of metal decorative fruit in the shape of raspberries. i had to force myself to drink it (hey! i poured it! i’m a guest!), and in the end i literally threw up a little bit in my mouth trying to force it down. okay, i’ve done my job by warning you. don’t make the same mistake i did.
saturday i slept in and eventually headed over to kevin’s folks’ place for a going away party for kevin and jo. they hadn’t been back to Texas for awhile, so their family wanted to see them off. it was good to see them several times while they were here.
saturday evening i went to m2 gallery up in the heights for the opening of the “600 sq mi” photo exhibit. it is a juried exhibition of photos relating to houston taken by various people. jay had a picture in it, laanba had a picture in it, marc had a couple of pictures in it, groovehouse works with the houstonist, and i knew from talking to her earlier in the day that amy was going to be there. so i knew i should be running into several people i know. it was really crowded, with a lot of ambient noise, so it wasn’t really the most exciting place for me to be. but i went through and looked at all the photos and talked with a fair number of people. the only bad time happened when i noticed a friend marc had introduced me to seemed to be cut off from conversation and/or isolated, so i thought i’d be nice and try to make small talk. normally i’m alright at it even though i don’t really like it that much, but this was just sort of halting and awkward. after a few minutes she ended up saying she was going to go outside. jeebus, i felt like a big loser after that. so after standing around feeling stupid for awhile and not seeing many of the other people i knew, i tucked tail and headed home.
sunday. ah, sunday. i’ll save it for a later entry.