Tomorrow Eric and I are going to Houston to see the Body Worlds plasticized anatomy exhibit and hang out and spend the night with the esteemed Jillian and Mosley.
So many people hate Houston, hate it so much, and while I'd rather not live there (well, I actually have, but that was in Northwest Houston between the ages of five and eight, when I didn't really care that much about quality of life so long as the peanut butter sandwiches were cut down the middle instead of crosswise and the TV was in color, and goddamn, I hate these long parenthetical comments that I'm too lazy to work in as actual sentences), I've never been anything but totally entertained and fascinated by the huge gnarly place when I visit. Although, come to think of it, I haven't actually spent the night there since we moved from there to Plano in 1983. So I'm excited, and now I'm going to throw my laundry in the dryer and get a neti pot button ready for John (who got a button strictly by virtue of his enthusiasm but from whom at least a doodle of a neti pot would be gladly received), and stop by Dan's for a while because that's apparently where the action is tonight, and by now you all know how my waking hours are nothing but a relentless pursuit of the action.