We celebrate Frankenstein's first birthday a couple of weekends ago. It was pretty much a successful event except for the fact that the evening ended in taking Penny to the emergency vet. She was throwing up from the doggie cake...hahaha I only laugh because she ended up being completely fine- I think she was just pissed the party wasn't for her- typical Penny. She has only-child syndrome pretty bad. See pics...
Then Valentine's weekend we went out to Cyclone's and then hit PupFiction and Whiskey Creek. Me=over served. It was fun though. Somehow ended up playing air violin/fiddle in the midst of the dance floor at whiskey. Just close your eyes and picture that hot mess. fail.
Anywho- This past weekend was the official kickoff for the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo and event like no other here in Houston (or anywhere else for that matter) Cowboys literally ride in on the main roads on horseback to celebrate their heritage of coyboyishness. I saw covered wagons Oregon Trail style driving down my street. My life is borderline complete.
Time out: I am watching The Bachelor finale (please judge) and Jason is crying more than me after my grandmother stole my black cabbage patch doll and lied about it. Get a grip loser.
Back to this weekend- So the kickoff event is this World Championship BBQ cookoff. We had tix to one of the private VIP tents. Open Bar+Me+BBQ+Band with a fiddle player=DISASTER. More on the food here on my friend's foodblog. Let's just say at the end of the night we got on the wrong shuttle and ended up at the ABC 13 station and had to call a cab to pick us up. Thank you RUBE (our cab driver, he calls us "regulars")
Then I proceeded to wake up Saturday and do it all over again. Best weekend in Houston thus far. Plenty of people, places and things to judge. My own little slice of heaven (or brisket, whatevs).
Now I am exhausted and giving 3 hours of my life to The Bachelor finale. I am one hot sick mess.
JASON IS A LOSER/TOOL/DOUCHE
Thank you goodnight
Anywho- This past weekend was the official kickoff for the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo and event like no other here in Houston (or anywhere else for that matter) Cowboys literally ride in on the main roads on horseback to celebrate their heritage of coyboyishness. I saw covered wagons Oregon Trail style driving down my street. My life is borderline complete.
Time out: I am watching The Bachelor finale (please judge) and Jason is crying more than me after my grandmother stole my black cabbage patch doll and lied about it. Get a grip loser.
Back to this weekend- So the kickoff event is this World Championship BBQ cookoff. We had tix to one of the private VIP tents. Open Bar+Me+BBQ+Band with a fiddle player=DISASTER. More on the food here on my friend's foodblog. Let's just say at the end of the night we got on the wrong shuttle and ended up at the ABC 13 station and had to call a cab to pick us up. Thank you RUBE (our cab driver, he calls us "regulars")
Then I proceeded to wake up Saturday and do it all over again. Best weekend in Houston thus far. Plenty of people, places and things to judge. My own little slice of heaven (or brisket, whatevs).
Now I am exhausted and giving 3 hours of my life to The Bachelor finale. I am one hot sick mess.
JASON IS A LOSER/TOOL/DOUCHE
Thank you goodnight
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