We left Houston at 9pm last night to avoid any major traffic. Our evacuation actually became a pretty good hurrication, spending time with med school and non-med school friends in the area, while learning a little bit about bacteria and fungi in between.
Houston is a pretty great place to be, if only because it reminds me a lot of being in Northern California with wide freeways and big shopping malls and fewer incompetent people. I have to say, I was truly disappointed by the Mexican food we had there, from the fast food joints to Tex-Mex. Chipotle, which I am constantly hearing my Texan classmates RAVE about, was a major disappointment. I've never tried it, even home in California, and it was awful. Perhaps Dustyn and I are the only people who think lime-cilantro is over the top and not very good, but I'm definitely not going back. The local tex-mex was also overpriced and bad. My favorite food ended up being queso and tortillas late night at Taco Cabana.
So, seeing as I had packed literally my entire life into my car, I had a neat little set up on Marlon's coffee table with my laptop, my 24" monitor, and his 47" plasma screen in the background so I could feed my neuroses about hurricanes for the first four days. It worked out well for the studying I was able to do, and wasn't a terrible hassle to pack back into my car.
We went to a place downtown where it was 80s night, playing a really fun band, the Spazmatics. Interestingly, at some point, a girl picked a fight with me after trying to shove me over in front of the stage for several minutes. I'm really not quite sure how it happened except I turned around to look at her and she clawed me in the arm. If it weren't for the claw marks and three witnesses, I wouldn't have believed it happened. Apparently I won. This is also a source of confusion for me because I just stood there and looked angry. Perhaps I am very scary looking? Hope not.
Now we're back in NOLA, with an exam waiting for us this week. Also waiting for us: another hurricane! I'm so not unpacking.