Greetings! Just pulled into Houston. Sitting at a bar watching the Astros game. Drinking a Shiner. If I could just find oil on my property then I'd be living the Texas dream.
Due to the Marines having a pretty early starting work schedule, I was up and out of the house rather early this morning. Once I left the house I headed directly for the French Quarter. Once I knew I was getting close-ish I found a pay lot and parked my car. However, I wasn't exactly as close as I thought. I'm pretty sure I walked a total of 5 miles this morning. But it was all good. I finally made it to the French Quarter. I first walked the whole length of Royal St. and then doubled back on Bourbon St. You wouldn't believe how NOT crazy Bourbon St. is at 8 am on a Thursday. It was just me and the people that were in charge of cleaning the puke from the night before off the street out and about. I threw beads at one particularly attractive road cleaning lady, but she just threw them back at me with some velocity. Isn't something else was supposed to happen? Oh well. But the entire area was still rather awesome. Every place had signs how THEY had the strongest drink of Bourbon St. and that they were selling Hurricanes, Daiquiris, "Big Ass Beers," and so on. Got to see Tropical Isle, home of the infamous "Grenade." Man do they really make that their selling point. They only had about 5,476 signs saying they created the Grenade. So since again it was only 8 am, I had to imagine what everything would be like during Mardi Gras or Jazzfest. It must be insanity. And amazing. Mark my words, I WILL make it back for one of those events in the future. I've got unfinished business with you NOLA!
Anyway, I finished my French Quarter experience with a walk along the VERY high Mississippi. At that point, my legs were done and I decided to hit the road. Fast forward 5 hours, and Houston is where I be. Waiting for Chris to get off work and then will be hanging with him tonight.
Steak night at the Maple Leaf? Bring it...
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