Today, as declared by our mayor for the city and our governor for the state, Houston Astros Day in Houston and in the entire State of Texas. Cool. Good job, Astros. We’re proud of you guys. We went to the parade and saw glimpses of the guys up on a fire truck or bus. We’ll have to watch it all again, but on a screen, and actually see how things looked. We knew we’d see likely little today, but we went more for the environment and togetherness and coolness of the event. I heard my name called from a tree above me at one point, and I was invited into the trees by a student from a school where I once worked here. And that was totally normal behavior for today.
Oh, and we were on the news, and we didn’t even try to be. If I had been all smiley, I likely would have been interviewed, too. It was too hot, and the wait between the parade and the ceremony was too long, for me to be smiley naturally, especially with a drunk guy shouting and smoking right next to me. It was a good day, nonetheless. The ladies standing behind us filled us in on all the details of everything relating to the Astros, and one of them gave me an idea to help me with the bracelets I make (totally unrelated to Astros, but relevant for the two bracelets I wore today, and the others I’ve made and make). I ate with some nice Venezuelans after all the parade stuff, and learned about the stars on their flag, and that tú is more common than usted, and that it is reversed in Colombia. I shared my table with three young people around my age. And I actually stood up to get their attention and to offer them the sharing of the space. They were grateful, and I was happy to have helped. We didn’t chat quite like the Venezuelans, who had previously occupied their seats, and I did, but that was okay. They were still nice, and my mom finally showed up soon after they sat down, and I interacted with her mostly, then. Yeah, it was a unique and good day. After such a lame situation with our public transit as today was, Houston will take seriously the benefits of it, and make ours real, instead of minuscule and only occasionally somewhat helpful.
I went straight to bed when we got home around 6:30, and slept for about three hours. Now I need to shower and go to bed for real, for the night.
I passed this car, when I was walking to the bathroom and restaurant/store where my mom and I ate after the parade festivities. The chalk was just sitting in a chalk box in the hood of the car. These guys decorated a bit quickly, and then ran back to their car on the street (traffic was incredibly slow). More people were walking up to the car as they left, and those people then began adding their own decorations to the car, using the provided chalk. This was so Houston.