THAT ONE TIME IN HOUSTON

For the first time in 7 flight connections, I finally decided to leave the Houston Airport. This wasn’t just a random weekend for sightseeing, but a celebration of survival: my 30th birthday.

Houston was the perfect destination to bring the fourth decade in for several reasons. First and foremost I never explored the city and the culture has touched me since I learned what a slab was back in middle school. Secondly, the city is open during the pandemic. Many of you might be looking at me sideways for taking the trip, but if you know how many holistic immune boosters I take followed by periodical Covid-19 test… You’d understand my comfort. Plus I keep the mask on like Nayvadius.

Lastly and most importantly, it was my bro Ricardo’s birthday. Me and my Capricorn brother tend to effectively celebrate our birthdays during the MLK weekend. Why not attempt to do it with a little southern flair and catfish.

I bounced around brunch spots that would soon turn lounge when the time was right. Caught up with good people, and even met some new ones. All my food was seasoned with soul, and best believe the entire playlist of this trip was purple. I think I love that place.