Since I finally decided to be a city girl, I’ve been livin’ it up in Houston. Its been hard to figure out how a maid of the mountain can navigate the concrete jungle, but I’m learning! I wrote myself a list of things to see, places to go, and challenges to overcome. There’s no Grand Teton to scale, but Houston has its sweet spots too.
This week I went to my first Astros game. It was a pretty cool way to do baseball, except for the obvious absence of liquor. My friend James was appalled to discover we wouldn’t be sipping hops or eating processed meats; beer and hot dogs are the American way. We felt pretty spoiled either way, we were in a sweet suite. The food was great, the company was better, and we actually won the game. The outlook wasn’t pretty going into the game, but what do they say in sports “Its not whether you win or lose, its how you play the game.” Well, they played well, and they won!
After the game ended, I felt like a kid seeing the snow for the first time. After a little Guitar Hero competition by some middle schoolers (don’t ask, really) the roof or the stadium began to retract and the skyline of Houston emerged in the background. I marveled at the engineering and grand scale of the roof. We watched a fireworks show choreographed to disco funk, wiggled in our seats, and felt distinctly
American. Huge mirrored skyscrapers reflected the pyrotechnical masterpiece.
I did feel quite urban in the situation. Skyscrapers bring that out in me I think. And maybe baseball. I’m glad I got to see the sights, since I’ve felt like an American Rejects without chronicling our national sport and city-scape wonder. Maybe wonder is too strong a word…
