@sebastiangood
@doloresalozano
It was a Luke’s burgers.
Then it was a 420 something head shop.
Then it was an erotic boutique.
Now it’s a velvet taco.
Houston in a nutshell.
Minute Maid Park sits downtown in the forth largest city in the United States
Rangers’ stadium is in a suburb that can be best described as God’s waiting room.
Middle aged, unmarried, no kids, male vendor during lunch meeting trying to score points: You know, I see the woke kids stuff at Target. The stuff they have for little girls is fucking unacceptable. Fuck Target.
Me: Why are you in the little girls clothing section at Target?
To exclude Houston isn’t an oversight.
It’s a declaration of either gross incompetence or seething malice towards what is easily a top 5 food city in this great nation.
Pure, unmitigated bullshit.
The Texans are kind of like Magic Island. No one knows what’s happening in there except that it’s owned by a crazy person who just says “we are rebuilding.”
Afton Oaks District will finally get a Saltgrass!
All those poor bastards driving down from Cypress so their girlfriends can take selfies leaning over someone else’s Bentley like a White Snake video can finally enjoy a nice choice NY Strip with ketchup.
Don’t fucking respond to my email with “copy that”.
This isn’t covert ops, we aren’t driving a truck full of Coors across the South and no walkie talkies are involved you fucking doofus.
I might just have to book a room in Arlington’s finest Homewood Suites and catch a game. Perhaps have a bite at their finest dining location, the Black Eyed Pea. What a great treat.
30 years ago today, Dr. Richard Kimble evaded US Marshalls during a
#StPatrickDay
parade while hunting down his wife’s murderer and eventually exposing the evils of big Pharma.
Today, we honor him.
I would like to organize a city wide boycott of Yelp for this culinary injustice of listing Austin as
#1
for tacos and not even having San Antonio on the map.
I’ll also be submitting a White House petition to correct this.
If Oprah is gonna interview divorcées who married up Into pretentious families with tough grandparents, broken homes and idiot trust fund kids then she can do a whole series in River Oaks.
Dallas chain tacos: “That’ll be $8 for your vegan masala cauliflower taco, and we are cashless.”
Local dive: “$4 for three carne asada tacos, onions and cilantro, cash only thank you.”
I think I’ve figured who’s behind that wall…big taco.
And yes I’ve been drinking.
NO, MONTROSE, STUDEMONT AND STUDEWOOD ARE ALL JUST ONE LONG STREET SO YOU CAN HAVE DINNER ON STUDEMONT THEN GO TO A SHOP ON MONTROSE AND YOU’RE STILL ON THE SAME STREET REALLY, LIKE ELGIN AND WESTHEIMER
To the fine gentleman driving in front of me with two American flag, one “America First,” and one large “Secede Texas” bumper stickers on his truck, I’d like to introduce you to a phrase called “make a fucking decision you dumbass.”
Olive Garden and Giacomo’s are in the same 5 mile radius and roughly the same priced menu...yet, you Greenway Plaza clowns still go to Olive Garden even though Giacamo is locally owned and makes just about everything fresh?
Some people move to West U for the schools. Some for the parks. Others the safe environment.
For Travis and Whitney Smith, it was those low, sweet cigarette prices.
I am about to ban left turns in Houston until everyone submits to a new driving test, wherein you establish you can conduct basic driving maneuvers without being a fucking idiot.
IT’S NOT THAT BIG A DEAL I JUST WANNA LOOK IN HARRY WINSTON, HERMES, CARTIER, VAN CLEEF, ROLEX, DIOR, AND AFTER THAT WE CAN SEE THOR LOVE AND THUNDER AT IPIC BUT THEN I GOTTA TAKE A SELFIE BY THAT BENTLEY BEFORE WE DRIVE BACK TO JERSEY VILLAGE
We've reached the mistress part of the
#PaxtonImpeachment
trial. Paxton's senator-wife is seated among the jurors. And here's a photo of the mistress with the presiding officer of the impeachment trial. So, yeah, it's awkward.
Marble. Chandelier and matching sconce. National security secrets and a Walmart shower curtain. Of course. 0/10 or perhaps 10 to 20 years.
@realDonaldTrump
Why buy fresh tamales in a parking lot?
1) They're better than any restaurant tamale you've ever had.
2) You get to hobnob with a sweet abuela or an abuelo in a cowboy hat.
3) Supporting the cash only black market economy is your duty as an anti-government guerrilla.
My daughter (7), enjoying the leniency of summer break hours, on a late hour Central Market run, asking if Kata is open, and looking at me when I show her the sushi options at the grocery store:
Before it was B19, there was a great little seafood spot run by a sweetheart of a guy who was always around with a smile for his patrons.
Opinions on the landlords in this town reserved for now.
RIP Tony.
To all the girls dressed like Barbie for their Halloween parties tonight, remember that the guy dressed like Maverick who’s offering you a ride in his 3 series back to his apartment doesn’t have a sales call at 7 am, his maxed out Southwest Airlines card just can’t cover brunch.
Sooooo…you’re the candidate and you need a shirt to identify yourself.
Is this for dry cleaning purposes?
Dude looks like the asst. manager at a Lowe’s in Boca Raton.
The Arlington Rangers parade will start with the pancake breakfast at the Arlington Hyatt Place, not the *North* Arlington Hyatt Place 10 minutes away, and the continue past the Black Eyed Pea towards the A A-Ok
#5
Sushi, not the A-OK Sushi and Hibachi, followed by…
I just got off an elevator and there was an elderly couple with their tween grandkids. No masks.
The short old man sees me & goes “well look at Mr. Fancy Mask”.
No one should be humiliated in front of their grandkids. I let it go. What the fuck are people thinking?
There is a gentleman wearing a T-shirt that says “Beware: Dad Jokes” talking loudly on FaceTime at the airport and I don’t think it’s unreasonable to strangle him with his fucking neck pillow.
The kind of person who says “here comes trouble” when his fajitas arrive at Chilli’s.
And the best part is it’s 10 am and I’ve only been awake for 5 hours.
The whole day ahead of me.
14 more hours of family magic.
So, so grateful.
So much gratefulness.
Oh, the dog got more squeaky toys.
Truly blessed.
Celebrating Texas with cocktails in ATX with pals, pouring one out for our homie stuck at a Houston school gala watching people spend their trust funds to bid on other people’s parents’ vacation homes.
I am dreading…nay, fucking abhorring…having to drive to Arlington to deliver several bottles of 21 year scotch to a few Rangers fans I know well.
Much worse than the 50 million Mattress Mac lost.
Dear California transplants.
Welcome to Texas. Friendly tip.
When you say you’re from California and get asked “what part?”you can tell us the city. You don’t have to say “Bay Area” or “SoCal”.
It’s another state. You’re not from an obscure fucking village in the Balkans.
Houstonians.
You live in a tropical climate.
If you want Robert Frost poems and Norman Rockwell paintings, pack your bitching up and go to fucking New Hampshire.
Taylor Swift is just $200 million away from becoming the highest-grossing touring artist in music history. The Rolling Stones lead with $2.16 billion, Taylor is at $1.96 billion.
Kirby going west is a parking lot due to a fallen tree.
Fortunately no one appears to be hurt.
Not sure we need an another idiot politician origin story reboot.
Two gin & tonics in at the country club and I’m telling grads to forget about law school and become dentists.
I’m not the hero they deserve, just the one they need.
Lifted the picture from a friend's FB post, but RIP The Gingerman, one of Houston's OG craft beer bars.
Cooked my first beer dinner there. So many fond memories.
Once upon a time, you could go to the library, go to the coffee shop and enjoy a read, then go to a pub for dinner and a pint. All in the same nice spot.
I mean, I’d go to Black Lab and get hammered with a date…but others would do that. People with cats. It was nice, I hear.