Eric had dinner at a friend's house the other night and told me about this awesome cheese his friend's mom put on the grill and ever since then, I've been craving cheese. I haven't had any and the more I think about it, the worse the craving gets. I'd love a big hunk of rat cheese right now. Maybe I need to make a trip to the store. Maybe in a little bit. Or a few minutes. It depends on how much longer I can stand it.
Yesterday we moved Eric up to the city. I went to the top of the parking garage and wanted to check out the view. Like nobody saw that one coming.
He's in a really convenient location. A funny thing happened yesterday though. Cosme and I ran to the grocery store for beer, ice and water for the friends who were helping. So we got to Kroger and couldn't find the beer. I jokingly said to Cosme that maybe it was a dry neighborhood. I stopped a lady to ask and yes, the area is DRY. Who would've thought in the middle of the city that there was a dry spot? So we drove a few blocks down the road and bought the beer. I never would've imagined that in the fourth largest city. Brazoria? Yeah, I can see it. Maypearl? Yeah, there too. The middle of Houston? Whoa. Oh well, that was what I learned yesterday.
I can't stand it. I'm making a cheese run.
