We touched down at George Bush Intercontinental and all I could think about was Liz Lemon yelling "It's not my airport!" on 30 Rock last week. Until I looked outside. Sun; glorious, warm Sun! How I've missed you!
It was 80 the whole time. My husband whined, but my brother-in-law and I were in heaven.
"Ketty"... that's a new one.
An armadillo at Goode Company BBQ
I feel right at home in Texas, which was rather unexpected at first. My husband's family and all their friends make up, what I believe to be, a somewhat rare pocket of liberal Texans. They also make me feel welcome by always having a pecan pie waiting for me.
We were in Houston for a family wedding. The cake was delicious and, unfortunately, the leftovers were in the same house we were staying at. I ate far too much.
Trevor wore a tie that once belonged to his great-grandfather, Sully. He was the only welder on Key West in the 1930's. It sounds like he was a pretty neat guy. Green Hills of Africa by Ernest Hemingway is dedicated to him (along with 2 other people).
Trevor and his uncle
Homeward bound: we had a short layover in Denver where I ran into a girl I went to high school with. Small world.
And now, here I am, back in Seattle. My pecan pie is waning and I'm already planning what I will do when I am finally able to visit Houston with a little more time on my hands.
Trevor's outfits: Thick As Thieves Suit - vintage tie - J.Crew button down - Florsheim by Duckie Brown shoes - Shuron frames