Cops and Llamas
We went to the rodeo Saturday. It was fun... and a pretty good deal too, as it was only $20 each or something. We got there about 3pm and were able to see tie-down roping, team roping, bareback broncos, bull riding, barrel racing, etc etc. Not bad for Brett's first rodeo... and I hadn't been in a while either. Seemed a much bigger event than I remembered. Lee Ann Womack was the act that night. Not very impressive. Decent voice, bad songs, terrible acoustics. From Reliant Stadium we tried to make it to the pig races, but just missed the last one of the day. :-( Stopped in Reliant Center. Dad eagerly went into the petting zoo after Llama; I followed with Camera; Llama came after Camera.
We'd hoped to see the Mule Pull (we had no idea what it was) so headed over to Reliant Arena. We didn't catch the Mule Pull, but we did visit the llamas and alpacas as they were being fed and bedded down for the night. I'd promised my sister pictures of llamas, specifically Brett and me with a llama for her desktop, but this was about the best we could do. A nice lady lent us Athena the Alpaca for some souvenir photos.
The next morning my mom produced more stuff she'd brought back from India, including a Kurta Paijama for Brett in a nice shade of red. I was told to change out of my pjs for pictures with Brett, so I pulled out the sari Deepa had given me. It was a rush job, messy pleating, and I have ridiculous bedhead, but I think it's a cute picture anyway. Complete with my mother's shoe in the corner.
As for the Kurta, Brett and his friends seem to be excited by it. He'll be wearing it for the next Head Set show. ^_~
Last night we hung out with his old college roommate Calvin, who is currently at Baylor Med and living in Rice Village. We had French for dinner and House of Pies for dessert. Calvin was a lot of fun, even if Houston is not. Hope Brett wasn't too bored while he was here. It was nice to have him. Now he's sitting in the plane waiting to take off; it's been delayed an hour. Once they do take off, I hope it's a much more pleasant flight than the one he took to get here (the worst/most turbulent the pilot had experienced in his 40 years of flying).
My dad drove us to the airport and dropped us off while he looked for parking. I walked in with Brett and watched him go through security, then walked out an exit to look for my dad. I was afraid I looked suspicious without baggage, walking out the entrance for departures. I got even more nervous as I noticed a cop looking at me strangely... and then he stopped me.
"Are you going somewhere?"
"Uh well, I'm meeting someone. He's not here yet." I started calling my dad's cell.
"So someone's dropping you off?"
"Uh actually I dropped my friend off, and now someone's coming to pick me up." My dad picked up the phone and asked who I was talking to. "A police officer," I told him. We arranged for him to pick me up downstairs, and I hung up.
"So you're not flying off anywhere?" the cop asked.
"Oh... no."
"Good. Then maybe I could take you out sometime."
I laughed nervously as my mind went "What?!" "No," I said, "you couldn't."
"Why? You married?"
I laughed again. "No, but the friend I just saw off is my boyfriend."
"Where you from?" he asked. I told him I grew up right here. "No, where are you originally from?" he asked. I hate these questions, so I grinned and said I was born right here in Humble. He laughed and said, "Let me rephrase that. Where are your ancestors from?" So I told him.
"Ah yeah. I love your accent. I mean, you have it a little bit... your parents probably speak The Language at home, so I can hear it a little in you."
I was rolling my eyes on the inside.
"So your boyfriend... is he coming back?"
Arrrrrgh!!!
Luckily someone came up to him at that moment, and he had to go. "Aww you know, it's a shame. I would have loved to get your number. You've really got it goin' on."
*snort*
But because he was a cop, I felt like I couldn't do anything/be a jerk to him. Nice to know I've "got it goin' on" but... Don't like when people make me feel that way - nervous, suspicious, guilty... Not fair.
We'd hoped to see the Mule Pull (we had no idea what it was) so headed over to Reliant Arena. We didn't catch the Mule Pull, but we did visit the llamas and alpacas as they were being fed and bedded down for the night. I'd promised my sister pictures of llamas, specifically Brett and me with a llama for her desktop, but this was about the best we could do. A nice lady lent us Athena the Alpaca for some souvenir photos.
The next morning my mom produced more stuff she'd brought back from India, including a Kurta Paijama for Brett in a nice shade of red. I was told to change out of my pjs for pictures with Brett, so I pulled out the sari Deepa had given me. It was a rush job, messy pleating, and I have ridiculous bedhead, but I think it's a cute picture anyway. Complete with my mother's shoe in the corner.
As for the Kurta, Brett and his friends seem to be excited by it. He'll be wearing it for the next Head Set show. ^_~
Last night we hung out with his old college roommate Calvin, who is currently at Baylor Med and living in Rice Village. We had French for dinner and House of Pies for dessert. Calvin was a lot of fun, even if Houston is not. Hope Brett wasn't too bored while he was here. It was nice to have him. Now he's sitting in the plane waiting to take off; it's been delayed an hour. Once they do take off, I hope it's a much more pleasant flight than the one he took to get here (the worst/most turbulent the pilot had experienced in his 40 years of flying).
My dad drove us to the airport and dropped us off while he looked for parking. I walked in with Brett and watched him go through security, then walked out an exit to look for my dad. I was afraid I looked suspicious without baggage, walking out the entrance for departures. I got even more nervous as I noticed a cop looking at me strangely... and then he stopped me.
"Are you going somewhere?"
"Uh well, I'm meeting someone. He's not here yet." I started calling my dad's cell.
"So someone's dropping you off?"
"Uh actually I dropped my friend off, and now someone's coming to pick me up." My dad picked up the phone and asked who I was talking to. "A police officer," I told him. We arranged for him to pick me up downstairs, and I hung up.
"So you're not flying off anywhere?" the cop asked.
"Oh... no."
"Good. Then maybe I could take you out sometime."
I laughed nervously as my mind went "What?!" "No," I said, "you couldn't."
"Why? You married?"
I laughed again. "No, but the friend I just saw off is my boyfriend."
"Where you from?" he asked. I told him I grew up right here. "No, where are you originally from?" he asked. I hate these questions, so I grinned and said I was born right here in Humble. He laughed and said, "Let me rephrase that. Where are your ancestors from?" So I told him.
"Ah yeah. I love your accent. I mean, you have it a little bit... your parents probably speak The Language at home, so I can hear it a little in you."
I was rolling my eyes on the inside.
"So your boyfriend... is he coming back?"
Arrrrrgh!!!
Luckily someone came up to him at that moment, and he had to go. "Aww you know, it's a shame. I would have loved to get your number. You've really got it goin' on."
*snort*
But because he was a cop, I felt like I couldn't do anything/be a jerk to him. Nice to know I've "got it goin' on" but... Don't like when people make me feel that way - nervous, suspicious, guilty... Not fair.
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