What does a lovely apartment need?

A living room to relax in, a kitchen to cook in. What more could a lovely apartment need?

What else?

Perhaps a lovely pool? And a mother who visits?
And a father who pays for dinner?

The Biggest Unlimited

We recently spent a wonderful weekend visiting Brian in his new city of residence Houston, Texas. We arrived about four hours late because of the biggest storms Houston had experienced in awhile which made landing a plane impossible, so wisely Southwest Airlines decided we should not take off from St. Louis until we were assured of a place to land. We arrived but not at the same time as our luggage which was a checked bag of board games Brian had asked us to bring. We decided not to wait on the bag, but to pick it up when Brian took us to the airport for our return to St. Louis. We set out for Brian's apartment and were given a wonderful place to sleep in his bedroom which is a large closet wall to wall with his double bed---it gives new meaning to the punishment "Go to your room." On Saturday we ate at a lovely coffee house that is very near his apartment. We then traveled through the biggest puddle I have ever seen, (Houston was experiencing rainfall far bigger than cats and dogs.) to the Galleria which was the biggest shopping center I have ever seen. On Sunday we decided to be real Houston visitors and go to NASA. We checked with Mapquest and determined we were approximately thirty minutes from NASA. We got on the right freeway and after thirty minutes had moved about 20 feet. We were part of one of the biggest traffic jams I have ever seen. An hour later and a only few miles closer to NASA we exited the highway and returned to the vicinity of Brian's apartment---- Mission aborted. However, we found a lovely coffee house to assuage the stress of over an hour in non-moving traffic. Brian took us to his office on the 37th floor of one of the biggest---never mind. It was a wonderful visit and I came away very happy about the city my son lives in.