I recently got married. Hear that? That was the sound of a woeful, collective sigh from the thousands of Houston ladies that were waiting in the wings to be swept away on the magic yacht that is my love. Or something like that. Anyway, there are a few phrases that have been thrown my way in a weird, post-nuptial rite of bullshit that have failed to rock my matrimonial boat…
After a weekend trip to New Orleans I got to thinking, “how do some of the frequented tourist attractions around the country match up to Houston.” Sure, this isn’t a fair question in a lot of regards based solely on the lore. But when it comes down to it, we have a lot of comparable areas in town to those that grace the lips of bachelor party partiers all over the country. So, to that I offer you Bourbon Street and Washington Avenue and ask the question “who ya got?”
