ugh. traffic.

Yes, yes, I know, it’s *so* boring to listen to other people complain about traffic. Still, I would just like to say in testimony to my love of Target that I endured 15 minutes of very nearly nonstop traffic EACH WAY just so I could buy Bridget Jones 2 at Target instead of Wal-Mart. (But *please*, don’t tell my friends in Arkansas that, k? hehe) Seriously, in those 15 minutes EACH WAY, I covered less than a quarter mile. Doesn’t that strike you (as it did me, both times) as insanity?

I mean, clearly the problem was systemic, and they had Houston cops out there directing traffic — but their role seemed solely to stop the non-moving traffic on the main road so people in parking lots dumping into the non-moving main-drag traffic could turn. In other words, their idea of traffic control was to add more cars to the mix.

For a little bit while I was actually inside Target, I suffered from momentary vertigo and thought I was still back in Plano. The Target I went to has been recently redone and is laid out *exactly* like the Target near my house.

I momentarily thought, as I walked in, “I should make it a personal project to visit every Target in the US.” Then I thought, “HA! RIGHT!” (Particularly if AnnaLisa isn’t part of the Target-visiting endeavor. hehe)

For dinner, I found a previously unknown location of Houston’s (because, doesn’t it seem right to go to Houston’s when you’re in Houston?) and had their totally awesome spinach dip. I also had some roasted / rotisserie chicken, but it wasn’t spectacular. I knew I should have gone for my usual — the prime rib, which is always soooo yummy. {shrug} Maybe tomorrow.

I had thought about going to see a movie tonight, but I’m totally beat. Given that it’s only 7:30 p.m., this is somewhat pathetic … but, I remind you, I *DID* get up at 5 a.m. today!

One last Houston-travelogue-ish note: After the spinach dip and the rotisserie chicken, I was totally craving a cold sweet something. I resisted the urge to visit Marble Slab (conveniently, ugh, located next to Houston’s) and instead went to the HEB across the street from Houston’s and bought a pint of Blue Bell to put in the freezer in my Comfort Suite, um, suite’s fridge. (Aside: The jury’s still out on whether this “suite” is, in fact, comfortable.) Anyway, I realized as I approached the checkout that, when I checked earlier, there was no silverware in said suite. Bummer! So, I had to buy spoons. Real spoons, even, because we all know a plastic one simply won’t do for ice cream. Anyway, so I have two nights in which to eat (or toss) this ice cream. It was difficult to pick a flavor — I literally pulled three different flavors out, starting with Moolenium Crunch, turning to Butter Pecan, before I finally settled on Rocky Road.

Sinful, ain’t it? 😉