This place being, the house. It's strange getting used to a new place again. The last time I moved to a city I had no clue about was when I lived in Baton Rouge nearly 10 years ago. Baton Rouge isn't small, but it's not huge, though it was even a challenge to learn. Now I'm here in the Houston 'burbs, and while this area is simple enough to get around, I need to get out and meet some like minded people. Not that the people here aren't like us, but there are lots of people with kids and it seems fairly conservative, and as you know, that's not us (hopefully the babies will come soon enough, but the conservatism never will). I've been toying with the idea of taking a burlesque dance class to meet some new people, so today we drove into the city to see exactly how difficult it would be for me to find it. Not hard at all! Right off the interstate, which was a major relief. We drove around downtown and saw Minute Maid Park (stadium? park? I don't know) and big buildings. Oh and Friday night? WE WENT TO THE DRIVE IN! I've been wanting to go to a drive in movie theater for years, probably since the first time I saw Grease, and luckily enough, there's one about 40 minutes away. Pure Americana, down to the kids playing catch in front of the screen before the movies began. And $5 for two movies, one of which was brand new? Can't beat that. We saw Marmaduke and Date Night, and both were great. But don't take my word for it, the aura of actually being at a drive in might be clouding my judgment. A successful weekend indeed.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Posted by Unlikely Oilfield Wife at 8:14 PM