Houston

After packing up my house and saying goodbye to friends in Seattle, I flew down to Houston to stay with my good friend Ryan at the Cooksley residence. I love this house, second only to my own in Alaska, and they have the most comfortable guest bed. In case you´re thinking that I must have flown down there to enjoy the amenities of the guestroom, let me assure you it´s the people inside the house that made my visit so much fun. To say thanks to Ryan´s parents for putting up with me, we made them dinner Friday night. Spicy Italian sausage pasta!

The weather was actually fairly pleasant during my visit. We got to witness a couple thunder storms where we sat out on the patio and watched the lightning. On one of the hotter days, Ryan and I washed his car (now you know why I was invited to visit!).

Much physically strenuous activity was involved like a pilates class that killed our abs, tennis (thought I was going to die of heat stroke), and the hardest of all: soaking up the sun.

The night life is pretty fantastic in Houston, always things to do. Friday night was spent mostly at a winebar called Crush, were you could breath the open air while sipping (or gulping) wine. I would like to draw special attention to the gentleman on Ryan´s right, my new friend Jason, who makes the most hilariously awkward faces whenever a camera is around.

Saturday night we went clubbing at an extremely busy bar called the 8. When Ryan and I showed up there was a huge line all the way out the door and around the corner. We figured why not try to get in more quickly using the VIP line. Apparently we looked like we belonged with the ¨in" crowd :)