Redeemed

So maybe I haven't been quite fair to Houston here thus far. Indeed, last Friday was immeasurably better than the preceding day and I was practically euphoric for most of the weekend. Of course this change of attitude was precipitated largely by the call I got around noon on Friday asking me to procure a keg for the evenings activities--you knew things had to start looking up.

Particularly since getting a keg means a trip to Spec's which, aside from my boyfriend, is probably the best things about Houston so far. An expansive beer, wine, and liquor selection combined with a well-stocked fine foods market makes Spec's just about heaven for me. But wait, there's more! They have free samples all.the.time. Of EVERYTHING. In fact prior to moving here one of the events Jeremy had planned for us during one of our visits was a Saturday trip to Spec's to get drunk for free.

I arrived Friday to get the keg and grab some dinner ingredients, but not before sampling assorted tortilla chips and salsa, some cheese, red wine, olives, vodka, and a watered-down margarita. Not bad for 3:30 on a Friday. And for free. And it helped me realize that when things get real bad, and I can't stand to spend another minute hunting for a job, there's always one place I can go. It's not the Bistro, and they may not know my name, but they serve me free booze all the same.