Yee-haw
In just a few short days we’ll be heading back to Korea. I miss my dog, but other than that I’m not ready to go back. I’m ready to be home. The good news is that now I only have to count down to November or so, just half a year away, before we *move* back to Houston. Have I mentioned yet how much I miss Houston?
Here are some of things I’ve been doing:
Best Music — Seeing Herb Remington play live with an unexpectedly good local band called the Swing Kings, at Cosmos. Herb Remington is 81 years old. He used to play steel guitar with Bob Wills. He lives in Houston and Christopher used to take lessons from him before developing RSI. Remington was hilarious, at one point ad-libbing exotica-style bird calls into one of the songs. The band played old-style Texas Swing and would definitely be worth seeing again.
Most Coveted Item — We were having a small party at Formikahini’s house to which we invited some scooterist friends who are also tiki enthusiast. Their names are Jenny and Adrian. They’re married. Adrian had one of those Lance Armstrong-style bracelets on his wrist, except for instead of yellow (for bicycles?) or pink (for boobies?) it was black. I asked him what it said and he replied “Nihilism!”
Best Evening — Tuesday night. Christopher and I had dinner and a date. We went to see “Hitchcock Blonde” at the Alley Theatre, then ran like children in the rain to Warren’s, where I had two Grasshoppers while trying to dry myself off and still be ladylike.
Most Annoying Encounter — “Hi, my name is Vido. Actually, it’s Travis. Vido is a stage name.” Some guy at Warren’s liked my jukebox picks. He said he liked nostalgic music. This bar is cool. You guys from around here? He said he just moved to Houston from Oklahoma, and I smiled and said cheerfully, “I’m an Okie too.” That was a mistake. After that, he wouldn’t stop clinging to us, nor would he shut up about his grand plans to move to Houston and start a gangster-style swing band. He’s already bought his zoot suit. Beware anyone who uses the term “stage name.” They’re either a stripper or hickville poseur with too much to prove. From now on I’m going to always spell “poseur” in the Continental way.
Strangest Moment — The unbridled glee I felt when realizing that after I finished my lunch from the Arby’s Drive-Thru, I did not legally have to separate the trash into paper, plastic, food and metal. Triumphantly, I crammed everything into the bag in which it came and spiked it into the trash slam-dunk style, because I am awesome.
Christopher doesn’t work tomorrow, which means the weekend starts tonight. My dad and Angela are coming to town tomorrow. Saturday is St. Patrick’s Day. There’s still a lot that can happen before we head back to Korea.
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