Because of the epic-ness of the parking lot, our plans to meet up with Callie and Ray and go to Hickory Hollow for dinner were ruined. SOOOO SAD!! I was so looking forward to that meal in particular.
Afterward we were going to meet up with my brother, James, at a bar in Champions. He was in town with a friend's band as a roadie/friend/photographer. Man, I really didn't want to go after all that time in the car. But we rallied - mostly because he'd been in constant text communication while we stewed in the parking lot so I would have felt so bad if we didn't see him.
Callie decided to be lame and stay home but in the end, I didn't blame her one bit. So we headed off on our own. Found out that the bar didn't have food so we stopped at another southwest institution, Jack in the Box, to grab something, anything to eat.
We had a bit of a time finding the bar but we knew the address and basic cross street so we were able to know that we'd gone to far and actually found it by randomly pulling into a shopping center and, tada!, there it was. Sadly, only incorporated Houston is smoke-free.
When we went in, we found out that we'd just missed the band, SAO. And the next band we endured, and I mean endured. They were called Perfect Disease and all we kept doing was making cracks that they were the perfect disease of the ears. They were a type of heavy metal that consisted of flat "singing" and lots of Cookie Monster screaming. TERRIBLE. We waited them out so that we could catch up while the next band set up. Once they started doing sound check, we were out. They were clearly going to be a better act but after the day we'd had and all the screaming, we couldn't take any more.
Don't we look tired? and my brother got fat.
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