The Houston Rodeo.

So, yeah, I'm back in Houston. It still sort of sucks, but that's not what this entry is about. This entry is about the big Texas rodeo in Houston... I went to it!

I wore a flannel shirt and my hat, but with my ear rings and my Chuck Taylors, I think I stood out a bit as a non-Texan.

Anyway, it was held in the Astrodome, and we saw John Fogerty perform. Man, that guy knows how to write a classic rock song. Every song was such a huge hit:
"Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river!"
"I see the bad moon risin'! I see trouble on the way!"
"Born on the bayou. Born on the baaaaayyyyou!"
Pretty damn fun.

The real punch line to this story though, is that a guy at work—a real Gool 'ol Boy Texan, who is really funny and friendly in a crotchety kind of way—had the tickets but couldn't go, so he gave them away. A few of us went, and the next day I said "Hey Feral," (His name is Feral. Well, maybe it's "Ferrell," or, well, his name is probably something normal, like Richard, but he goes by Feral. Like the pigs, I guess.) So I say, "Hey Feral, that was a really fun show, thanks for the tickets!" And he says, "Ok, well now you can take you're dang 'ol West Coast... East Coast... whatever-ass back home, and y'all can tell yer friends that you been to a real Texas rodeo, man!"

And that is exactly what this entry is for!