White Linen Night

It is a constant battle to keep from becoming a recluse. I always have wonderful excuses to stay home. For example, this weekend, when I attended White Linen Night.

White Linen Night is a street fair in Houston's Heights neighborhood. There are bands and food trucks, lots of booths selling the work of local artists, and everyone is supposed to wear white linen. (it's supposed to be cooler.)

The excuse making voices in my head said, "It's going to be crowded, hot, sweaty and expensive. Stay home and watch Netflix."

And it was hot, crowded, sweaty and expensive. Dinner (at Shade) was approximately $70. I won't even go into the art prices.  But it was a lot more interesting than staying home and watching Netflix.

Korean-Mexican food truck - I didn't eat here, but I loved the decoration.

I have no idea

My favorite part - I heard arias from Little Women, La Fille du Regiment, and the bolero Besame Mucho.



What am I doing here?

Weekend before last I had an invitation to meet a bunch of people at a local tavern.  I only knew two of the group, (slightly) so it would involve meeting a lot of new people. New restaurant, new people, a mildly stressful situation. 

I argued with myself for an hour, about the benefits of leaving the house vs staying home and reading until I finally came up with the ultimate argument: "if I don’t go out and meet people, I am going to turn into a crazy cat lady.” 

And that is how I found myself in a karaoke bar, listening to an incredibly flat (but very enthusiastic) rendition of Bon Jovi’s "It's My Life".

I tried. I really did. I got up and sang. I had a couple beers. I bounced around on the dance floor. I chatted about the benefits of vodka soaked gummi bears over jello shots. (Both are gross, but gummi bears are less messy) But I always felt like I was watching the whole evening from the outside. Everyone else seemed to be having a really good time, and I don't know why, but I just couldn’t get into it. 

I wasn’t miserable, but I really wanted to go somewhere where the music was softer, where I could talk to the person next to me without shouting, and the drinks weren’t bizarre concoctions designed to get you drunk as quickly as possible.

Speaking of which, have you ever heard of a Birthday Cake Shot?  I'd never heard of such a thing before. So I learned something from the evening, which means it wasn't a total loss. 

I also have an invitation to a Halloween party, where they will be serving the aforementioned vodka soaked gummi bears.  Should I go?