Moons over my hammy.
“kingdoms and queens they all bow down to you,
branches and ranch hands are bowin’ too
and i’ve taken off my straw hat for you, singing
here comes the sun againthe leaves on the trees they all call out your name,
chrome on the freight line shines the same
and the stars in their cars roll their tops down for you singing,
here comes the sun againoh but if you’re gonna stay show some mercy today
blow a little breeze on my facesnow banks drift down the hillside for you,
slides inside sandy river before the day is through,
and before evenin’ falls i may find myself there too, singing
here comes the sun again” - m. ward
Today was basically me driving. A lot. I tried to sleep in and catch up on much needed rest, but there were little hungry mouths to feed and they weren’t shy about reminding me. The Plumeria Society of America hosted an annual show and sale at the Fort Bend County Fairgrounds today from 11:00 to 3:00. My dear friend, Beth, drove up from Corpus to scout the wares and see if there were any can’t-live-withouts at the show. Having not seen her in a far too long, I was excited to get to drive down to Rosenberg and join her for lunch. After lunch, she headed back to the coast and I went home to tend to The Peanut and gang before meeting Barrett and Jennifer’s birthday party at Café Adobe for an early dinner. I wasn’t too hungry after the late lunch, but a good time was had by all. After the singing and traditional birthday schtuff, we all walked over to Jillian’s (it’s like a Dave and Busters) for bowling and drinks (in no particular order). I typically hate these places, but with a little whiskey, I managed. There was a long wait for a lane, so we all visited some more at the bar. I wasn’t eager to stick my feet in the public rental shoes, so I drifted out while they hit the pins. I stopped by a new coffee shop/gallery named Full Throttle off Louetta on my way home to check out an acoustic singer/songwriter named Lanky. It’s a pretty hip place even if still getting its sea-legs. Speaking of new artists, check out M. Ward… he opened for Norah Jones and is a talented cat. I have a whole lot of nothin’ planed for mañana and I can’t wait to get it all done. Time to make a warm spot in my big, cold bed. Bon nuit.
I think most of the people besides us at Full Throttle Coffee last night either knew the owners or knew Lanky. At one point before you got there, the owner pointed at me and said “Repeat customer!”, it was amusing. I hope they’re able to better market themselves. I like the environment and love the fact that I don’t have to drive in to Montrose for it. I’d hate to see them close for a lack of marketing reason, /shrug.
so true.
A prime example was Perros y Buros in The Woodlands… the little hot dog and burrito joint from Mexico City that has all the photographic art of dogs on the walls and all that hand welded metal everywhere. That was a really cool joint and a fresh idea to an old menu. It kills me that they went under because they just didn’t market enough to overcome the less than optimal location. My fingers are crossed for Full Throttle… and if I need to help do the word of mouth thing, I don’t mind.
-c
Thanks to everyone who came to the show that night and we REALLY appreciate your business! We are looking into getting into more magazines, doing grass roots efforts, printing flyers and whatever it takes to let people know about us. Feel free to writeme or call me any time with your comments and/or suggestions, we take them VERY seriously and are trying to build a community based business. Take care and I hope to see you again soon.
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