It's warm and muggy here. Of course. What else would it be? Though it did snow on Christmas Eve-- but I'm still suspicious that particular highly unlikely weather phenomenon is a big hoax perpetrated not only by my parents but also by the local media. Because certainly the news made the front page of the Houston Chronicle.
Anyhow, I've spent the past few days wearing t-shirts and sandals, and my dad's outside wearing shorts right now. Alexandria and Cairo were colder than this.
My dad and I went out last night to hear some music. We share the opinion that New Year's Eve is not the best night to be out gadding about town. We were dodging drunk drivers on the freeway last night as it was. But the music was good. After checking out Shakespeare's and discovering that at 10:30 the band was still nowhere within sight of the stage, we moved on to Dan Electro's to hear a pretty good blues band, and then finished up the night at Cosmos with The Zydeco Dots. I do enjoy zydeco music. It's the accordions and the washboard. Gets me every time.
Fortunately I didn't get ID-ed at any of those locations. Last Thursday I traded in my beloved Oklahoma driver's license for a piece of PAPER that supposedly is my temporary Texas license. My permanent one should come in the mail in the next two to four weeks-- which isn't in time for the Orange Bowl this Tuesday night. Since I'll probably be going to watch that someplace (we'll look for an OU alumni association gathering) with my friend Kristin, who has, I believe, occasionally been mistaken for one of her kindergarten students, I'm certain to be carded along with her. So we'll see how that goes.
Back to unpacking.
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