houston is gross

i was there this weekend and decided that i really don't want to ever have to live there. as i was navigating through downtown traffic i found myself getting ridiculously frustrated. now i completely understand why people who live in big cities are stressed and angry a lot of the time. if i had to deal with that crap on a daily basis, i'd be mad at the world too. add to that the fact that a large number of them hate their jobs, and you've got one big hate-fest. that life just isn't for me. i'll take the mountains or some laid back, down to earth town any day.

on a more positive note, some random and/or fun things happened there. i got to talk to some under-privileged kids in a college prep program. it was neat seeing the kind of kids i really want to work with. they have a hard road ahead of them and i hope it works out well for them.
 that night i got to experience my first shabbat. they had so much good food and i got to listen to hebrew all night. jews are tight.
 i also ran into chad who lives in dallas now. it was so randomly wonderful and made my night. the next night was odd. this guy who looks like a hobbit (seriously, very short and hairy) was with my friend's friends at the bar. well, like any normal hobbit would, he lit up a joint. in the bar. i didn't really feel like getting arrested, so i moved tables.
 on top of all that craziness, i got to catch up with old high school friends and learn all about the weird world of ivy league schooling. so i guess, it was a great weekend even if i would rather eat my own poop than live in houston.