Last night, Charles and I had an lovely night, complete with a midnight trip to my favorite, Waffle House. It might not be the best place for growing, healthy children like ourselves, but my stomach overrides my cholesterol-ethics at that hour. That being said, I may have invisible obesity. Expect me to explode at any moment.
We talked for several hours, polished off a couple glasses of wine, and wandered around West University. The night was consumed by various sing a long bible songs, pretty flowers, and lovely cityscapes. Houston really is a magnificent city. It gets quite a bit of a bad rap from all the pollution, crime, and traffic, but I suppose I have a bias growing up here. Nothing beats a 80 mile per hour night in a wild city with an Iggy Pop soundtrack. Here, here!
Currently listening to: "Real Wild Child" by Iggy Pop
Love,
Amanda
We talked for several hours, polished off a couple glasses of wine, and wandered around West University. The night was consumed by various sing a long bible songs, pretty flowers, and lovely cityscapes. Houston really is a magnificent city. It gets quite a bit of a bad rap from all the pollution, crime, and traffic, but I suppose I have a bias growing up here. Nothing beats a 80 mile per hour night in a wild city with an Iggy Pop soundtrack. Here, here!
Currently listening to: "Real Wild Child" by Iggy Pop
Love,
Amanda
