Once again, I have successfully escaped from Texas. I suppose it's a good idea both to stay in practice and to remind myself I still can do it. There is so much about the old place that just makes me crazy with irritation but also stirs a reluctant fondness at the same time. I suppose that can be true of every place, I'm just most familiar with the Texas flavor.
I went to Houston to visit my brother Ed who has been living with Parkinson's disease for several years. The last few months have been very difficult for him; it's common for Parkinson's sufferers to develop psychosis and Ed had a rough patch of it This spring he has struggled with hallucinations and memory gaps. It was hard seeing him like this, he would have moments when it would be obvious he would sort of lose traction mentally in the middle of a conversation. I'm glad I went to see him, I'm just sorry it was such a sad visit.
In related travel news, I had the best guacamole I've ever had while I was hanging out with Diane in Austin. Making it even better was the fact that we got it at a new restaurant called Tzintzantzun. My hand to god.
One of the many best things about San Francisco is that no matter where you travel, you get to come back here when you return. I like Texas and I love California, the problem is air travel between them. Yuck. We sat in a fully loaded plane at the gate for more than an hour waiting for the fog in San Francisco to lift. It's traditional when that happens to get home and tell your friends about it and they ask "What fog? It's been sunny all day here." Also, United lost my bag, fortunately they found it several hours later and brought it to me. Thank you United, I would have hated to have lost all those dirty clothes.
I am never leaving San Francisco again.
Boys for whom I would leave San Francisco:
All is right with the world again. Your back, saw your brother, spent time with your bestie, we see buttchops again and you got your suitcase back. Thank heavens...I hope you didn't have a dildo in it?!?!?
ReplyDeleteI had alovely alu,inum tray I found at a thrift store in austin. Who knows what the TSA goons prowling trough my suitcase thought about that
ReplyDeleteI'm sure Toby is happy to have you back...at least until Diane suggests another trip to Europe.
ReplyDeleteAnonymous, too
I think it would be better if Europe came to me.
DeleteI'm glad you got to see your brother, sick relatives are always a worry. I'd love to give the man in the penultimate photo a good hiding with a flip-flop, imagine the satisfying smacking sound it'll make I wouldn't show mercy he wouldn't be able to sit down for a week.
ReplyDeleteHe looks like he would be amenable to a good seeing to, but especially one with a flip flop.
DeleteWelcome back, dear! Travel is always tiresome, but it sounds like at least some of the trip was worth doing.
ReplyDeleteI'll have the lout, please. Not the upholstery, though. Jx
I bet that upholstery is stiff with old jizz. You can just tell.
DeleteMon Dieu !
ReplyDeleteBeaux hommes très callipygiques :)
Le basement boy, bel homme dangereux de la fraternité sacrée du cuir.
Très délicieux !
-Beau Mec à Deauville
I'm glad you got to see your Brother even tho' it was a Sad visit due to the extend of his illness progression. The Man has TBI and early Dementia and it is hard to lose them in layers and watch their World get smaller. I used to be a Global Nomad and now I am not fond of traveling either and glad to just be back Home. Like you, I always come back saying, I'll never leave Metro Phoenix... but then... All those Stud Muffins would be worth leaving Phoenix for tho', I ain't gonna Lie.
ReplyDeleteDid you miss the cat? Do you think he missed you?
ReplyDeleteI do like that Bailette fella, he's got an enormous... personality! I see would like to know him better.