The List: Check One

IMG_1529I made a summer list a few weeks ago.  My goal is to mark off as many as possible by the time school starts again in August.

It isn’t really a light list.  I mean, it is.  It’s all fun stuff, but it isn’t random.

It’s stuff that I’ve wanted to do for years, like ride horses on the beach and spend a day thrift store shopping, or things that have scared me, like paintball wars and dancing like I don’t care who’s watching and learning to bike.

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The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places. But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater. - J. R. R. Tolkien

The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places. But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater. – J. R. R. Tolkien

I marked something off on Thursday.  I spent a day exploring Houston and roaming the IMG_1547museum district with two dear friends.

Somebody wanted to stop at the Holocaust museum first, and it was probably good that we got that one out of the way first.

It’s a little bit depressing.

It felt like we’d been in there for hours, but in reality it was only forty-five minutes.

Food came next (sandwiches and salads and soup) followed by the art museum, and that was phenomenal, just like it always is.

Our view from the parking garage.

Our view from the parking garage.

I think we were in there for two or three hours, splitting up to wander the labyrinth of
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I absolutely love the art museum.  I could spend days and days and days, just wandering aimlessly and sitting to stare for a while at the centuries-old paintings hung on every wall.

It was a really good few hours in that building.  There’s a quiet awe and respect captured in the soft hum of voices, in the faces of the couples holding hands in front of the Monet, in the eyes of the hipsters gently judging Picasso –

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After the art museum, it was time for coffee.  I was begging.  We sat in these black leather chairs surrounded by glass-encased gold feeling like false queens and mapped out a route to hit at least five different shops, in order to find the best of course, and ended up only visiting two.

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Inversion Coffee was the first.  The verdict?  According to Giselle, “Artistically, it was great.  Environmentally, not so great.”

We ordered a lavender latte (which was really yummy), a peppermint tea (which was not really yummy), a cake in a cup (with sprinkles!), and a snicker doodle cookie (obviously not homemade).

Honestly, it was Snobby-Hipstery.  They thought they were very posh.

One our way out, we tried to get into the wrong car.  Joy went straight for Nancy, but Giselle and I went for the “first tan butt” we saw.

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Five miles away was Black Hole Coffee Shop, which was better than Inversion but not by much as far as the atmosphere goes.  It had a more “grungy” feel, though definitely still Hipster.  I thought it was rad as heck; they had really unique light fixtures and mismatched chairs and vintage couches all over the place.  The people there were a little nicer, too, although the three of us decided it still felt “cold.”

We only got drinks there; velvet tea and an iced coffee (funds were running low at that point).

Joy and I made Giselle stop at one of those bridge things so we could take photos before we dropped Joy off at her house and Giselle brought me home.

I'm still getting the hang of the panorama.

I’m still getting the hang of the panorama.

And it was a really good day.

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