Blogging is hard. I haven’t gotten to the point where hundreds of ideas just flow through my mind until I’m rolling in ad endorsements. My primary forte has been finding groups of people to poke fun at and I quickly exhausted my resources of Utah county (although this election cycle provides plenty of new material, but I’ll just leave that to every media outlet).
For those of you who didn’t know I moved to Texas, I moved to Texas. It’s been about two months now and in that time I still don’t understand the root of Texas pride. However, I have been able to see that many things are, in fact bigger in Texas: trucks, alcohol tolerance, and waistlines (San Antonio: 8th largest in the nation!) for example. There is a whole group of people down here with their own culture and stereotypes that must be spoken of. And so continues the saga with Things Texas People Like.
Driving the speed limit
When someone strikes a nerve with you while driving, do you ever glance at them while driving past them to see if they look as bad as they drive? Since I’ve been in Texas, it has taken a great deal of self-control to keep watch where I’m going and eyes on the road.
“Is there a 7 care pile up ahead?”
No! It’s just half the freeway population doing 5 under the speed limit!
Coming from Utah where the average speed is 10 over (I’m not implicating myself as a reckless driver, it’s everyone else), if you pulled that speed here, you’re likely to be bigger target for cops than sprinkled doughnuts on a stake out. I half expect there to be a dog or family of otters in front of all these cars to explain their speed. But I am always left disappointed that I have yet to see a family of otters running through the freeway. In Utah, I used to hear all the time what bad drivers we are. I think a more appropriate statement would be:
“(Insert your state here) has bad drivers”
Talking about Restaurants you’ve Never been to (and shooting down the ones you have)
One of my first weekends in Texas, we had just finished a successful trip to IKEA in Austin (about an hour and a half drive). We were hungry and wanted to find somewhere good to eat. Consulting Google, we found a place called Rudy’s with excellent ratings. As newbies, the employees treated us to a small, free platter of samplers to see what we liked. We proceeded to consume a satisfying meal of brisket, half a loaf of bread (calories don’t count if you don’t count them!), and creamed corn that tasted like ice cream. We were content.
Later that week in class, we told others of our experience. All we wanted was for others to be happy of our decision. What we were told instead was that we should have gone literally anywhere else.
“Oh sure, Rudy’s is fine, but it’s a franchise and you can find that anywhere. You should have tried…”
Then came a more heated discussion than the blue/gold dress of 2015 as everyone but us Utah folk contributed to the conversation and disagreed on where the best BBQ places are. What I came to understand was that it didn’t matter if we bought some good-looking chairs, we wasted a trip to Austin. If I had a nickel for how many restaurants have been recommended to me down here, I still wouldn’t be rich, but I would have just an absurd amount of nickels. Even after we go out and try a recommended place, there is always someone to disprove our decision and give us 10 other alternatives.
So, if you ever come to town and are looking for recommendations, please don’t ask me, and whatever you do, don’t tell anyone where you decided to go. Also, you’ll likely have to travel to Austin because apparently all the best restaurants are not in San Antonio.
A play off the moniker “What happens in Vegas…” is “What’s made in Texas, stays in Texas. They’re very selfish with their BBQ sauces, HEB grocery stores (one of the best things in Texas), and especially Blue Bell ice cream. Once I decided to pay nearly $7 for a half-gallon of buttered pecan (pronounced pee-can), I was immediately hooked and went and bought another tub the next day upon finishing the first (don’t judge me).
Yes, there was a Listeria outbreak last year in which over 8 million gallons were recalled. Yes, a few people did die from it. But, since they used the phrase “we’re rebranding” during their comeback, like Chipotle or Wells Fargo, I completely trust them. It’s just so good!
If you want a small taste of it in Utah, they serve it at Ike’s Creamery in Provo Beach Resort.
I’m not a sports guy. I love attending events, but watching random games on TV isn’t my favorite idea, and don’t expect me to know any stats either. It took me about 5 years at BYU before I could hold my own in a conversation about BYU football, always made difficult by the fact that the lineup changes constantly (stop graduating for just one year, please!).
Now I feel like an idiot all over again. My class is made up of students coming from big football schools of the south. Naturally, the topic comes up…quite frequently actually…everyday as a matter of fact. It’s usually the morning conversation as everyone follows up on their fantasy football stats. Sometimes in order to deflect my lack of knowledge, I feel like saying:
“Can you all shut up? I’m getting ready to learn!”
or I just keep it vague:
“I like when the team you like gets more points than the other!”
But those both make me feel about as comfortable as getting stabbed, so I keep it to myself.
Texas is fine as far as states that start with T go. I’m not sure where Texas pride comes from yet (unless it comes from Blue Bell, then I completely understand). Another year may help me understand that, but also give me more things to write about.