Still in Texas. Just finished with work and am listening to the wind whistling outside. It never stops. This is one place where it pays to have a really great haircut...as in a hairdresser who knows what they're doing. No hairspray on earth (even Freeze Dry, Suz) could hold up against this. It feels like a twister is going to blow up any minute ALL THE TIME. Granted, last night there was hail, but this is crazed. It sounds like 75 fifth graders warming up their recorders.

Today we went to lunch at a fabulous Mexican restaurant. This place has nearly as many restaurants as residents. On one side of this block alone there is Logan's, Carino's, Lin Buffet, Country Buffet, Joe's Crab Shack, Arby's and Kabuki. Across the street is Hooter's, Outback, Blue Star...I don't even know. Every city block is the same. The Mexican taco shops alone could fill all of Lone Oak. Last night I ate at Kabuki. It's new and elaborate with interior sound effects of thunderstorms that gear up about every 30 minutes complete with rain that falls into a mote that encircles all the hibachi grills. While eating my much too well done tuna steak, I noticed that they have a roped off (and clearly marked) "VIP Area" with red carpet and the whole 9 yards that leads to a loft for private dining. I wonder who qualifies as a VIP in this town.

Namaste