Poshdeluxe

so, the tour de houston was a big hit. here are some rave reviews:

jessica beck, almost-native houstonian (who is not the biggest fan of h-town):
“wow, sarah, you’ve made houston feel like austin for a day!”

meredith borders, austinite:
“After our stupendously planned trip, thanks to Posh Pants, I no longer
feel a vague sense of dread every time I think about going to Houston
for another weekend. Yay delicious food, awesome art, �weird cars, and
more delicious food! Mmmm noodles.”

k.c. scharnberg, austinite:
“It’s good to finally know that Houston is not ALL concrete.� I had a great
time getting to know Sarah’s friends and had tons of fun doing/seeing/eating
everything!� I didn’t miss Austin at all the whole weekend!� Thank you, Ms.
Posh-pants. :)”

posh pants, austinite/former houstonian:
“damn, i’m good.”

here is where our tour started… you know, pictures speak a thousand words.

our odyssey began with a DELISH dinner at matt’s apartment, including a
BUCKET of sangria that he made. no seriously. you just saw it. oh
sangria i heart you.

afterwards we were supposed to go to #’s but… eh. we were tired. you
need energy to pull those goth moves, and we weren’t prepared. so
instead we walked from jessica’s apartment to the neighborhood fiesta
and looked for beverages. i’m not sure why, but suddenly we found
ourselves buying pretty much ever flavor of boone’s farm. it probably
had something to do with the fact that each bottle was only $1.99. i
got something like “tropical island”, but i really should have gotten
the sangria flavor like ray did. either way, it was pretty sugary and
gross. erica swears she got drunk on half a bottle in high school, but
maybe they’ve, uh, lowered the alcohol content since then. at any rate,
we got hyped up on the dextrose/fructose and watched my chem 101
episode. then we looked at jessica’s high school yearbook and read
people’s notes. this combined with the feeling of consuming 100 pixie
sticks really did transport me back to high school… for a second.

here’s the boone’s posse:

i love the fact that jessica really does look like a little thug. damn girl!

here’s ray and me in top chugging form. actually, if you really know
me, you realize now that i’m completely pretending, cos i can’t chug
worth a damn (hello road trip 2001). but i look pretty convincing…
right?

the next day, we enjoyed a fine meal at jenni’s (the austinites even
got to meet jenni! yay!) and then headed to the art car parade. many of
the cars are in the parade every year, so i felt like i was seeing old
friends.

hi cockroach car!!! you freak me out. but yr horn plays “la cucaracha”, which is pretty cool.

speaking of bugs, i luuuuurve the two beetle car (ha ha… eh). except,
as ray pointed out, it’s a bit disturbing that a child is riding in the
top car with the inflatable doll. geez ray, thanks for tainting one of
my favorite cars.

check out this new addition: the condiment car!!! it’s pretty sweet,
except i can’t stop thinking about what would happen if it ever got
into an accident. ooooh gross. gross gross gross.

i took a picture of this truck because it mystified me. what the hell
is it? i mean, obviously it’s got jabba the hut. but what is that crap
glued on the side? and what does it have to do with jabba? questions
like these haunt me.

another highlight of the parade was the drunk woman who kept yelling at
cars while her four year old daughter attempted to disrobe (she
eventually succeeded). i want to take this opportunity to plead with
all of the art car drivers: please, please, please don’t throw beads.
most of you don’t. but some of you do. and it only encourages people
like this drunk woman who FLASHED the driver of not one, but two cars.
the word HORRIFYING doesn’t even come close to describing this act of
indecency. however, i would say that the word “traumatized” would aptly
fit the look on the both drivers’ faces.

moving on… we joyfully headed over to the organge show. yay orange show!!!!

the orange show was fucking closed.

dammit! well whatever.

so then we headed to the contemporary arts museum and met up with danny
pants. after a rest stop at jessica’s (jessica is the best hostess
ever, btw. we had cheese and crackers and grapes that were already
stem-free! whoah!), we strolled through the menil. they have a big grey
cushion thing in the front lobby, where danny, k.c. and i almost feel
asleep. art makes me sleepy. well not really. art cars do.

here are the ladies (including danny, for real this time!):

you can see matt’s shadow on the bottom left.
thankfully, we had time to stop by mark and stasha’s bbq at their new
(rented) house. dude, they are so GROWN UP. also i’ve been waiting like
my whole life (ok, the last year) to meet their westie, macintosh, and
he is so precious! he licked my face, which i normally consider to be
really gross, but he was so cute that i let him do it (for a second).

here’s ray and mark in all of his chef glory:

that evening we went to chacho’s which of course was AWESOME. thinking
about it brings a tear to my eye. and makes me hungry for a black and
white burrito, even though it is 9:13 AM. that’s powerful.

we decided against going downtown and opted for onion creek instead, so
we could sit around and talk. plus sarah pants was not feeling quite up
to par (little did i know i was developing a sinus infection– icky–
which i basically ignored the whole weekend. kids, don’t try this at
home. it only leads to doctor visits and lots of snot). i made
meredith tell her cozumel story, then josh regaled the night that he
spent clutching a fire poker cos some frat guys destroyed the door to
his apartment. excellent.

on sunday morning, we went to the hobbit cafe for brunchiness.
unfortunately there was a group of women occupying the table meant for
our slightly large group… so we waited… and waited. i gave them the
evil eye several times and, as my hunger took on the character of a
ravenous wolf (well maybe monkey is a better choice), i actually
considered approaching their table. but then i thought about my mom and
the good manners she taught me. so i just waited. freaking manners,
they just leave you hungry and irritable. FINALLY we were seated (at a
different table cos those bitches wouldn’t leave!) and enjoyed yummy
yummy food.

on the way to see the president’s heads, we stopped by the COOLEST
THING I HAVE SEEN IN A LONG TIME. it’s a new art installation on
montrose. we call it the vortex house. check it:

i am in awe. we all peered anxiously into the vortex, perhaps afraid
that if we got too close, we would be swept away into a different time
dimension. plus there was yellow caution tape barring the entrance.
stupid tape.

here’s the inside… you can see (actually you probably can’t) matt and
k.c. and meredith on the other end… or is it matt and k.c. and
meredith IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE? creepy.

the president’s heads were, of course, fabulously surreal, PLUS the
sculptor is working on what looks like a ginormous statue of davey
crockett. cool.

CRAZY sidenote: liz sent me this article
about the president’s heads… looks like they finally have a home! so
i guess the heads we saw were, like, extras. extra presidents’ heads.
or perhaps we had entered A PARALLEL UNIVERSE THROUGH THE VORTEX.

whoah.