TSA — Turns Out They Are Nice Guys

I just wanted to get this story up before I forgot the details.

In my previous post I mentioned I attended a wedding. It was at a Baptist church. Anyhow, while the ceremony was going on, one of the wedding party had their wallet stolen out of her purse. I guess she left it in one of the “ready rooms” where the bride and bride’s maids get all prettied up.

Wedding in Houston, Texas

Back in the good ol’ US of A. I decided to drive back to Las Vegas with a stopover in Houston to attend my cousin’s wedding. Maybe (just maybe) I had it in the back of my mind I might hook up with a bride’s maid or something. Wasn’t meant to be though. This was a Baptist wedding — no drinking, dancing or any of that nonsense.

Rethinking Texas

Well, I’ve said some impolite things about Texas in the past. Mostly about the desert around the border with Mexico. Now that I’m in Houston, I’ve got to admit I need to reevaluate the state.

I’m Too Old for This Much Fun

After a week in the Galveston area for Spring Break 2011, I’m ready for a break. Too much sun and too much fun.

When I got here (by way of Houston) I didn’t think much of it at all. The beaches on Galveston Island had a nice breeze and seagulls and no “oil balls” on the beach. The water was still cold, but more than made up for by the 80 degree temps. The problem was there weren’t any party people as I’d been led to expect.