The night before last we left Kerrville – we would’ve only been able to stick around until noon the next day anyway, and I was tired of always being too hot or too wet and sleeping in puddles and panicking about the state of the outhouses. (though the last day a guy had been hanging around them all afternoon playing saxaphone, providing for a pretty nice diversion). We got into Houston that night and have been staying with my brother for the past few nights.
It’s wonderful how much more familial we are now than when we were kids. We never got along then – and now… well, he’s done amazingly. A wonderful fiance (Del is a very, very good match), a wonderful dog (Pica is a very, very good dog), a wonderful apartment. His photographs grace the walls, I’d forgotten how good his eye for composition was, and I keep forgetting to ask if any of the shots are recent.
Last night we all went out to Cosmo’s Cafe to play our first Texan open mic, and it sort of conformed to that Blues Brother’s idea (they had both kinds of music – country AND western) plus/minus a couple of players. It was on okay night, a couple of other people that I really enjoyed – we came back and watched Hero on DVD before turning in. I’ve been sleeping GOOD here, my subconscious apparently unaware that I’m in the midst of an ultra-red state and allowing me the best rest I’ve had since Atlanta.