I’ve been in the Houston area since Wednesday, for Thanksgiving and my brother’s wedding. My brother Chris is marrying his longtime girlfriend, Krista. It’s nice to be back in Houston, the city where I was born and the city where I spent so much of my childhood. The family’s all here, the friends are all here, and it’s the usual sessions of food and drinks and reflection. I was stuffed with food and drinks over Thanksgiving Dinner, but this is just getting out of hand. Voy A Explotar. I’m going to explode.
And while I’m at it, I wanna say that I found myself unable to comprehend the physical feeling I had after Thanksgiving Dinner. And, then, I realized what it was: I was full, I was stuffed. That’s a feeling you don’t often have in New York, at least not in my daily life. Sure there’s plenty of wonderful food options in the city, but you rarely “pig out” for various reasons. I guess it was a sensation I was more familiar with in Texas. Whatever it was, it was the first time I’d felt it in over six months. So I spend the remainder of this wedding weekend (and the food and the drinks) getting back to my roots.