We learned something. Downtown Houston is dead on a Saturday night. Nothing’s open. At least not anywhere near the Toyota Center and the George R. Brown Convention Center. Not even homeless folk wander the deserted streets. Oh, we did see a cat. That was it though.
Anyway, all we wanted was a hamburger or a smamich or something that would be considerably cheaper than the food at the hotel. We’ve talked about our laziness before in many of our posts. Have we mentioned how cheap we are too? We’re cheap. Very.
So, nothing. We walked around for probably an hour using GPS on our phones (OK, we’re not cheap enough to live without a data plan; ‘cuz that’s just nuts) looking for a Wendy’s or Burger King or Subway or a Smoothie King or … ANYTHING! Nada. On our loop back, we finally saw some people. They were huddled at the Main Street Square MetroRail station. And, what to our wondering eyes should appear right across the tracks on the SW corner of Main and Walker? Just A Dollar and Budget Food Store. Food craving satisfied.
So, we got our pint of Dreyer’s Chocolate Ice Cream for about $3 and headed back to the Hilton Americas (ah – you’re thinking “but you said y’all were cheap.” Yes, well, we weren’t paying for our room since it was a business trip that took us to Houston). But, dammit, we forgot to get a spoon. So, we enjoyed an episode of Futurama on Netflix and ate our ice cream with a coffee stirring stick. And that, friends, is how you do things while on a business trip to Heaven, Hell, or Houston.
The inspiration for the title of the post is from a ZZ Top song off their 1981 El Loco album. Take a moment to listen to this quirky little ditty, which is also about business travel, incidentally.