These pictures were taken right after the concert. I wanted to take pictures during the actual concert, but the security guards were some assholes, and I didn’t think they’d let me take a camera inside. From left: Melissa, Trey, and David.
Someone should ask David where my hand was in this picture. Oh, and I’m the one on the left.
And judging by Trey’s expression, I think we can pretty well guess where Melissa’s hand is in this one.
At least all hands are accounted for here.
It seems that we are driving up a very steep mountain in this picture.
Work it, bay-bee! Work it! Love the camera as much as it loves you!
I told you the signs were confusing.
And we made it safely back to the hotel. Time for some much needed rest. Oh, and a wormhole just happened to open up behind Trey.
David decided to do a little weightlifting before going to sleep.
We had a stunning view of the interstate in all it’s vehicular glory from our balcony.
I’m not complaining though. It was a nice hotel. Here’s a picture of the atrium. We were five floors up.
It also had this faux-Japanese garden thingie, which looked real nice. Too bad you can’t see it very clearly in this picture.
The next morning, Trey challenged me to a duel to see who was quicker on the draw with thier camera…I won.
David, also the next morning, just out of the shower. I tried to catch him unaware, but he was prepared and well-equipped with all anyone ever needs: a towel.
This is us leaving the hotel. I’m trying to think of something cute to say here, but I got nothing. It’s just us leaving the hotel.
This is Reliant stadium. Home of the NFL’s newest franchise, the Houston Texans. It is one of the newest and most luxurious sporting arenas around. It was very expensive. And in our own small way, my travelling companions and I helped pay for it.
This is us arriving at the airport. It was at this point that I decided I really didn’t like airports at all. It was also at this point that I decided this would be a good time and place to throw up.
The Brothers Bennett, giants among men. And payphones.
‘Nuff Said.
Ron.