In case you’ve just now stumbled upon my epic story about my Garth Brooks experience, HERE is part 1 and HERE is part 2. So there I was—standing in the blistering heat outside of Toyota Center, waiting for the 7:00 show to leave the building. It was 10:00. As in p.m. Not one of us complained about the fact that our concert didn’t start until 10:30. 1. How awesome is
Remember how once upon a time I made a vow to learn a new skill every year? It all started with balloon twisting. You can read about my penis swords HERE and HERE and the time I made balloon dogs for the children of Rwanda HERE. Then there was the time I decided to learn the ukulele. You can read about that adventure HERE. I think it’s important to disclose
I recently overheard a young girl refer to Houston’s local Lite-FM-Easy-Listening-Safe-For-Work radio station as “oldies.” I chuckled under my breath, blessed her sweet heart in my mind and fought hard not to turn around and lecture her on pop music nowadays and how it’s fundamentally impossible for me to believe that Ludacris and Pitbull can be featured in so many songs. I was also a touch annoyed by the way
I recently received a text from my friend Blake asking if I had seen the movie Begin Again. He told me that if I had not seen the movie, I needed to stop whatever I was doing, get in my car, drive to the theater, buy a ticket and prepare to be transformed. Blake: I don’t want to build it up too much, but you’ll thank me. I immediately checked
