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Feb. 20th, 2007

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A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court

OK, I'm not from Connecticut: I was born and raised in Los Angeles, and I live in or around San Francisco these days. Further, George W. Bush is no King Arthur. However, it's pushing midnight here in Houston, Texas, and if you don't like my titles you can blow me.

Houstin

I started my day with a trip to SFO so I could fly out here to Bush Country for a business meeting. As far as airport runs go, it wasn't bad -- a car picked me up and drove me to the airport on the company's dime, and the check-in time wasn't that long. The only major hassle was that my tube of hair gel was bigger than the allowed size (a size which, I might add, wouldn't allow enough hair gel for an infant to keep a respectable coif), but I solved that little problem with a run to the CVS down the street from my hotel.

I'd give you my opinion of the city, but so far all I've seen of it is an airport that looks like almost every other airport I've ever been in, and a stretch of stripmalls several miles long. They seem to be everywhere out here, and most of them appear to be half-empty. I was expecting, considering how much money the oil companies are raking in these days, that this place would look like Dubai with a southern accent. I'm finding, though, that of all the cities I've been in, I think this one most resembles a larger version of Paramus, New Jersey.

The rumors I'd heard are true, though, and I'm typing this as I digest a really fine plate of enchiladas from Chuy's which were washed down with the requisite margaritas. I was rather disappointed to find out they don't make them any bigger here than I get from the Chevy's near my house -- I'd heard everything was bigger out here, but maybe that doesn't apply to drinks. If not, though, I'm going to have to do a little research into what exactly is bigger in Texas. The cars and hotels seem about the same, and my room here is downright cramped. The airport was average-sized, and I flew in on a 737 -- not exactly the biggest plane in the sky.

Given that all those things were decidedly average-sized, that really only leaves a few things that might be bigger out here. I'm going to do some poking around and I'll let you know if I find anything.