19 November, 2005
My friend Jess and I both have horrible colds. We sound like sniffling, coughing old men who’ve spent their lives smoking and drinking strong whiskey. So, for some reason, we decided to hop in the car (or, as we also called it, the Bird Flu Mobile) and drive to Houston to see the “Forbidden Gardens” – a bizarre little place that tries to replicate some historical sites from China. At one point (in the 1/30th scale reproduction of the Forbidden City), I felt like I was standing in the world’s largest doll house…complete with animal poop. Did I mention it was outdoors?