Where the hell am I?

Yea, yea, so I’ve told most of you that I’ve been in Sugar Land for the past few days. Well, there’s a limited bit of truth to that. In fact, I thought I was safe in the city of Houston until three nights ago, when I’m convinced I went to Mexico. I was hanging out with Jenni and Diana at the original Sam’s Boat when 2am came and we had to leave. Although we were supposed to head to what I think is a large, fun after-hours place, we got lost somewhere along the way and wound up in a random pool hall behind Sharpstown mall. There’s nothing weird about a pool hall. But I figured something was up when I got frisked by the police officer upon entering, saw the place was 100% Mexican (Jenni and I were the only non-Mexican people in there), and heard the non-stop Tejano music. On top of that, they served beer after-hours. Cheap beer, and they charged $3 a can for it. Absolutely ridiculous. Anyway, as you may imagine, people are looking at me like I’m lost. They’re right. I don’t know why I am here. Diana, who was probably trashed when we got to the place, was enjoying herself. I wanted to leave. Then, some dude comes up to me and starts making small talk. Very sketchy guy. After the short convo, I decided it was time to go, so we left. Over the next 50 to 60 years, I’ll go to a lot of places, thousands of them. That pool hall will not be one of them.

Anyway, tomorrow my friends Sonali and Prayes are getting married to each other. I’m very happy to go and be a part of what (to date) will be the best day of their lives. Then on Sunday, Strongarm Maurer, Ron Jones, and I are headed to Disney World, I mean Orlando, for New Years!