I spent the first night of a two-night stay with my brother and his wife in Houston. It’s not my first trip to the country’s fourth largest city, but it is the first time I’ve been armed with GPS and felt brave enough to wander about on my own.
So what did I do with my morning? Well, first I spent some quality time having a mani-pedi at Footopia.
These are my happy little piggies.
Then, I thought to myself, “Friend, you’re in Texas, the home of big hair. Go and have it styled for the rodeo. So I did just that at a salon that specializes in blow outs, The Blow Out Bar.
Apparently my hair is too short to become really big, but I liked the results.
After that I had a bit of time to kill, but little money, so I just rambled about looking for something interesting. My reward was a place called Wabash Feed.
Not only did Wabash Feed have food for animals of all persuasions, but they had plants and fertilizer, pottery and funky objets d’art. Best of all, they had live animals: Bunnies and chickens and pigeons and a one-eyed turtle.
I wandered around Wabash Feed for an hour or so, and wondered if Studly Doright needed a pet chicken to assist him in his shop. In the end I decided a chicken might not be able to handle a wrench or a screwdriver rendering them lousy shop assistants.
Finally it was time for a snack. And where better than a place called Luke’s Icehouse?
I had an ice cold Shiner Bock and a chicken quesadilla with terrific salsa before returning to Kelly and Susan’s home.
Now I have a couple of hours to relax before we head to the rodeo grounds where I was told that one can enjoy a fried Oreo, among other things. I’d better go ponder that.