My Houston trip is quickly coming to an end and it was good to Your Humble Narrator. I haven't worn a coat in six days (!) and I think that maybe - just maybe - the pigment in my skin has officially changed from Casper white to the much darker hue of milky white.
My move went well and, despite running on a total of about four hours of sleep, I still managed to have an awesome time. Some highlights:
Driving into my fair city's downtown core
Driving into my fair city's downtown core
Widely available sweet tea - possibly the true love of my life
Seeing my friend B. - the only person who will make funny margarita faces with me.
Seeing my friend J. who despises taking pictures.
My nearly hassle-free move. This was day 2.5 with no shower. Pretty. Does anyone else think I look like I'm attempting to do the River Dance?
Scarfing down calorie-free (not!) mexican food, minus the refried beans. Ick.
Not nearly as bright a shade of white as when I left Canada.
