Saturday morning involved a lot of well-deserved sleeping in. Rested, Chelsey and I headed out for our day of adventures. First stop was the Rice Gallery to see Henrique Oliveira's inventive installation "Tapumes":
I gave Chelsey a bit of a Rice tour and tried to remember all the fun facts, myths, and personal escapades tied to the place I called home for four years. Then we went to Empire Cafe for some afternoon breakfast foods, coffee, and GOALS (our own little ritual)! We continued to hang out in the funky Montrose area and went to the Menil Collection and its various satellite buildings:
Chelsey was a trooper and managed to make it through the Cy Twombly collection, the Byzantine frescoes, the Rothko Chapel, and the Menil Collection itself. We became true art aficionados! I rambled on and on about my favorite pieces and gave Chelsey the run-down on African art, as best as I could remember. Then we set off toward the West until we hit the Galleria. Chelsey had been impressed with a few water features around Houston, so I had to show her the Waterwall:
We waded through a sea of young girls in their bright, billowing Quinceanera dresses before making it to the Galleria proper. We did a bit of window shopping and chatted in Borders for a bit. Overwhelmed by the flood of Saturday shoppers, we returned home so that we could glam it up for the opera. I really went all-out for Chelsey and treated her to leftovers from Chuy's (terrible host, I know!). With my hair successfully curled, I grabbed the keys and played chauffeur to two lovely ladies (Risa accompanied Chelsey in our Camry coach). Again, we made it just in time before the lights dimmed. Though I think the production got off to a slow start, we all enjoyed it by the end. Thank goodness I came equipped with binoculars to maximize our viewing experience of Verdi's Rigoletto!
When the curtain closed, Risa, Chelsey, and I topped off the night with some frozen yogurt at Berripop (below). I tried to convince myself that the acai berry-original swirl topped with kiwi, mangoes, and pomegranate was good for my health. I had a hard time admitting when it was time for bed because I knew the morning would only mean that Chelsey had to go home to Utah. We made some rich cinnamon buns for breakfast and then Chelsey gathered up her things, and we grudgingly went to Hobby one more time.
The conclusion of block 5 and Chelsey's visit made for one of the best weekends in a very long time. I tried to keep the euphoria going with church, another trip to the museum district (this time with Risa and her parents), and a stopover at Brandi's place. I thought it was going to be impossible waking up for classes on Monday, but I have sprung back into action for block 6. This is the home stretch of my first year of medical school, and then July will truly be all adventures, all the time!
I gave Chelsey a bit of a Rice tour and tried to remember all the fun facts, myths, and personal escapades tied to the place I called home for four years. Then we went to Empire Cafe for some afternoon breakfast foods, coffee, and GOALS (our own little ritual)! We continued to hang out in the funky Montrose area and went to the Menil Collection and its various satellite buildings:
Chelsey was a trooper and managed to make it through the Cy Twombly collection, the Byzantine frescoes, the Rothko Chapel, and the Menil Collection itself. We became true art aficionados! I rambled on and on about my favorite pieces and gave Chelsey the run-down on African art, as best as I could remember. Then we set off toward the West until we hit the Galleria. Chelsey had been impressed with a few water features around Houston, so I had to show her the Waterwall:
We waded through a sea of young girls in their bright, billowing Quinceanera dresses before making it to the Galleria proper. We did a bit of window shopping and chatted in Borders for a bit. Overwhelmed by the flood of Saturday shoppers, we returned home so that we could glam it up for the opera. I really went all-out for Chelsey and treated her to leftovers from Chuy's (terrible host, I know!). With my hair successfully curled, I grabbed the keys and played chauffeur to two lovely ladies (Risa accompanied Chelsey in our Camry coach). Again, we made it just in time before the lights dimmed. Though I think the production got off to a slow start, we all enjoyed it by the end. Thank goodness I came equipped with binoculars to maximize our viewing experience of Verdi's Rigoletto!
When the curtain closed, Risa, Chelsey, and I topped off the night with some frozen yogurt at Berripop (below). I tried to convince myself that the acai berry-original swirl topped with kiwi, mangoes, and pomegranate was good for my health. I had a hard time admitting when it was time for bed because I knew the morning would only mean that Chelsey had to go home to Utah. We made some rich cinnamon buns for breakfast and then Chelsey gathered up her things, and we grudgingly went to Hobby one more time.
The conclusion of block 5 and Chelsey's visit made for one of the best weekends in a very long time. I tried to keep the euphoria going with church, another trip to the museum district (this time with Risa and her parents), and a stopover at Brandi's place. I thought it was going to be impossible waking up for classes on Monday, but I have sprung back into action for block 6. This is the home stretch of my first year of medical school, and then July will truly be all adventures, all the time!
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