The Sweet, Sweaty South

Kristin and I piled everything that I can't take with me to school into the truck and drove a straight 18.5 hours to Houston. My parents live in Houston, so I figured I might as well take advantage of free storage.

We roll over the Baytown bridge some time super early on saturday. I'm amazed by this thing even though its relatively simple compared to the golden gate or even the brooklyn bridge.

Me pappy has a boat, so we terrorized the Houston ship channel for a couple hours before it dawned on my body that it hadn't gotten any sleep, spent the last 18 hours in a car and had entirely too many Monsters in a short period of time.

The next night we find ourselves on Chris Cross' boat. Seems like we were just boat hopping, but not the case. Left to right (for those who have no idea who these people are): Joe Aragon, Michael Hopkins, Chris Cross, and of course the backside of my special lady friend. Erin is hiding from the camera. Chris bought this boat for a really good price and he lives on it. He assures me the ghetto tarp is only temporary. Not even the ghetto tarp keeps the aggressive mosquitos from attacking us. So we ultimately go to the marina bar for some libations.

On the way off the docks, we find this lovely warning and Joe falls in love with it, so I photograph it for him. Here you go Joe.

We then take a trip to the Menil Collection I would have taken some pictures of the art they have, but they were pretty hardcore about no photos being taken. The place is amazing and boasts a pretty huge collection of work. If you are having a hard time finding reasons to go to Houston, this is one of them.

Here is another great reason to check out Houston. This the sculpture out in front of the Rothko Chapel. Again I was heavily restricted on photographing the interior, and the exterior of the building is very non-descript.

It rained a handful of times while we were there, which brought these little guys out of hiding.

Friday comes around marking our last day in Houston. We spend the day on my parents boat. We ride out to Galveston for swimming and drinking.

I love barges. They are kind of like dinosaurs.

Then there are crazy things like this littering the bay side coastline of Galveston.

Night falls and we are hammered in the cabin of the boat. Somehow, on the back of a boat going about 30 mph, drunk and without a tripod, I snapped this photo of the moon. It confuses me a bit looking back on the event. We pack a couple cases of Shiner Bock and head back across the country to go ol' Chicago.

My time is Chicago is drawing to a close. Kristin is planning a party on August 26. Plus she has started a group where you can talk shit on me (as if you can't talk shit on me right here). http://groups.myspace.com/adisamigo

Thats all from me right now.

Playlist: New Bronx cd / Bonnie "Prince" Billy-Summer in the Southeast / Party of Helicopters-Space...and how sweet it was.