We had the hardest time finding restaurants in Houston. The hotel was in that medical district, an oversight of mine because I wanted to be near the Butterfly Cave.
One great find, a cab ride away, was where we ate the plate piled high with Crayfish. Afterwards, they made fine puppets on our fingers, and to be so goofy with you reassured me that I could be so comfortable around you.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment