Houston’s Restaurant – 2/4 Stars

Service:  3/4 (Because 3 /4 people I interacted with were cool, and one too many people touched the credit card to take the payment and return it. And the bread was handled like a hot potato as well).

Ambiance: 4/4 (Because I loved the look.  The look that they are going for is there all the way down to the table fixtures and flatwear.  They have a great bar and a piano that looks like it could do some damage with the right players around).

Food: 3/4 (The food was good.  It filled me up.  It was tasty. It wasn’t spectacular.  Blame me.  Maybe they should fire the chef though, because this was my first time, and it felt like all the recipes were stale and copied already or maybe unoriginal to begin with).

Cost: 1/4 (Because everything was as expected, except for the beer.  And in the great land of America, no man should pay 5.00 for an American made beer).

I am sitting a few hours after lunch at a local fave called Houston’s.  Its in North Park.  The address is 8300 Preston Road, Dallas, TX.  Act like you know.  Its a nice looking place.  There were wooden bar stools padded in leather and cute little cafe tables with silver tableware to die for.  To die for.  They have this cool Astronaut / Nazi helmit looking thing that holds equal and sweet and low and shit.  I swear I wanted to steal it.  By the way, how do you pronounce Pueget?  Anyway, we were seated after about 10 minutes or so.  We asked to be seated at a bar so I could loosen up with a few drinks.  I felt the stools were too small, but the service was great so I didn’t mind, as it wouldn’t be a long wait.  Or so I thought…

Naw just kidding.  They were lovely.  Our waitress, I think her name started with an L, was spicey and sprucey (I invent rhetoric; try it with a friend) and definitely was the highlight of the meal.  She was courteous, but not to the point that you felt patronized.  I wasn’t actually that hungry, so I ordered a chili of the day and the soup of the day, potato, which I actually didn’t know was a soup at all (my fault, not theirs, the beers set in about then and I didn’t read the menu clearly).  The food was okay.  I had a debate with my salad eating lunch buddy who shall remain nameless (butt who’s last name is a type of salad, go figure) about its ranks.  I must say that the last time we went to a restaurant, Applebees, I almost vomited the food before I left  the restaurant.  Houston’s wasn’t that deplorable.  In fact they are not deplorable at all.  It was very enjoyable.  The problem is that my lunchmate hyped it to be something extraordinary.  I was deflated to find out it was just food.  Okay, I’ll give them a star for food as well.  If I was really hungry, I’d salivated more.  And thats the only true way to dine.

The blatant failure is pricing.  I am not sure if I am at the wrong location or not, but there is no way I could go back when a lunch for two totaled $50+ with tip.  Anybody that knows me, knows I like to get my Gotti on.  I don’t mind paying for a 5 course meal totaling a hundred bucks or more with wine.  But when I am eating light, I expect the bill to be light.  The chili – 7 bucks.  My soup – 7 bucks.  Her salad- 14 I think.  Bread appetizer – 4 I think.  Miller light – 5 bucks.  These are comparable prices to most restaurants.  But one of these guys IS NOT LIKE THE OTHERS.

HOW IN THE HECK CAN A 12 OUNCE BEER COST 5 BUCKS?  I don’t mind paying for the name and the ambiance and the service, but damn, I ordered a Miller Light.   Like I said when I’m eating and drinking Light, I expect the bill to be light.  Miller Light is still from Milwaukee right?  Maybe they need some help.  Here it goes.

The weekend before Christmas, I would definitely advertise some sort of lunch time beer specials.  I am down there walking my ass off carrying bags, and all I need is a guy in my corner to throw me a gatorade, I mean, beer.  But that won’t happen.  I get it.  You’re a big dog.  You don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do.  I should’ve known something was up when I asked for Budweiser and they only carried Millers and Coors.  This is a haughty taughty establishment.  They might as well just ask you to wear a jacket.

Note:  There is something called a UNA? Card that they asked me to display if I didn’t have ID.  It allows a person to be served alcohol in a dry county, a sort of taxation on a prohibited substance (subjective decriminalization anyone?) or so I think is the gist of it.  This legislation may have some effect on the pricing and therefore it is best to verify the pricing at the Houston’s you visit, if you desire.

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Good things come to Good People

Now, like at no other time in my life, I give reference to the creator of the world and all things.  I thank him for the blessing bestowed upon me.  Its hard to make it a day without thinking of how blessed I am to be here at this moment and how grateful I am for the next moment.  I want to thank those who whispered the words of God to me when I didn’t believe in his existence or when I doubted my faith.  If we can take a moment to thank about the positive everyday, thats enough to keep you happy and fighting and living.  Life is hard sometimes.  But Life is not always hard for most.   Take that peace and try to share it with those who don’t have peace, and your life will be beneficial. 

This week I’m off the blog and on the road.  I’d like to give a special thanks to my family in central and southern Texas for stopping my Good Buds Tour.  Its time to grow up. Don’t worry, I still plan to tour.  And I’m bringing something prescribed.  Another special thanks to my friends and family in OKlahoma for reminding me that I always have a place to come back too, if I’m ready to squab it up in the club.  Tulsa is crazy ya’ll.   I keep saying its like the new Little Rock cuz it is.  Shouts to Tiara and her beautiful company of models at Selah as they get ready for Strut.  More to come.  Most importantly a shout to my cousin Jarmal aka J Maxx for holding it down like blood is supposed to and staying on his grind amidst the bullshit that surrounds us.  When you have something good in life, hold on to it no matter what.  Its amazing what good things can come from one good deed.  If you can’t find a job, or you can’t keep a man, or you are addicted to drugs, you gotta climb out of that depression and anger by finding the good in life.  If nothing else, I want you to breathe 7 times and realize you are still alive.  You have the power to control the next moment.

Speaking of controlling moments, I want to apologize to my brother Traevez.  It look like work and favors are keeping me on the road and out of Chicagoland, so I might not be able to make it.  Traevez is finishing up his high school career next week with a graduation being held in Champaign at the University of Illinois.  He’s getting ready to go into the booth and make some heat for our first mixtape over at the One Revolution Entertanment Network.  But I was the one who stayed in his ass about making the right move to school.  I really hate myself for not planning this month better.  I know.  I know. Judge me world.  Family forgives though.  I will do my best to come home in January.  Its time for the city to see me. 

Remember when you are good in soul and heart to keep fighting.  It comes easy for those who are cutt throat, it comes underhandedly for those who cheat, and it comes simple for those who have it made for them..  It may come hard for the rest of us, but no matter what, good things come to good people.  Lets do it world.  One Revolution.

Strange Fruit Project

Strange Fruit Project – Southern Trees

The Strange Fruit Project bubble out of the city of Dallas caught big air over the course of the last few weeks. The internet buzz leading to this release has only been heightened by bloggers such as myself and the board rooms going back and forth with the leaks that have been coming out steadily. A couple of days ago we gave you a little sample of what was to come with ‘Crash’ and now you get the whole EP from Strange Fruit Project. After a long hiatus they drop this free EP which includes production from 9th Wonder, Picnic, S1 and Caleb. Hit the jump to check out the track list and download link.

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— Ryan Mega

A Soulful Christmas by One Revolution Entertainment

 

The Fella they call Mega

I have all but finalized two charity events I am having during the holidays. My company, One Revolution Entertainment, will be hosting two charity concerts very soon and I want to get the word out as soon as possible. We are celebrating Christmas Night @ the Lounge on Elm Street. One Revolution presents Awkquarius, Damaged Good$, and Dustin Cavazos will be 12/25/2009 from 9 – 2 am at the Lounge on Elm (2810 Elm to be exact). Proceeds will benefit the Salvation Army. The following week we present a more alternative sound as we bring you the Kul, Playdough, and a surprise R and B artist yet to named January 2, 2010 at Hailey’s in Denton. I will definitely keep you posted as soon as I finalize the flier. Until then, use my pretty face and this post to let your friends know we got something for ya’ll to do on Christmas night.

 

Black Joe Lewis – Dallas – This Weekend

One of my favorite bands is coming up 35E to do a few stops in Dallas.  If you want to come hang with me and listen to loud, bluesy, funky music fucks with the HOB Cambridge this Friday night after an in store at Good Records (off lower Greenville I believe).  Or catch em on Saturday night for show #2 before they take it back to Austin, TX.

Black Joe Lewis @ Heinken and music from myspace http://www.myspace.com/blackjoelewis

Click link or image to open browser for tickets @ Livenation

Sex Stories, episode 3

We laid together on top of silk streets strewn messy across the bed. The sprite from our first encounter was well gone, and we had to reinvent ourselves to survive as a pair and an entity. Who were we?

She pressed her head against the headboard and buried her face away from me. Her back turned to me, I could see a big gray elephant tattooed on her lower back clearly. She was a Delta. She spoke with pride when she talked about her line and how she pledged. She really loved the family vibe she had with her line sisters. The night before we had dinner and she told me about her days back at college.

I followed her lips with every word. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“It’s no big deal”, she said. “I dated girls when I was in college because most of the dudes were idiots, infected, or assholes. I have a sometimes girlfriend now, but I am trying to get back to having normal relationships so me and her don’t always see eye to eye.”

“So how long has it been since you been with a woman?”, I asked.

“I don’t really know. I guess about a month or so.”

“Do you miss her?”

“Not really. She had me turned out though. So I do miss the head.”

Whoa, I thought.

The next morning I thought back to that conversation as she lay with her back to me. The two elephants on her back beckoned me to kiss them and I did. I wondered who had the matching pair. Oh what secrets these tattooes symbolized. I kissed her back and butt and worked my lips to her hips with small, wet pecks that left my mark across her abdomen. I slid hand onto her pelvis and pressed my palm against her clitoris. Each of my fingers did a lap around her labia before I decided that my middle finger make the first penetration inside of her lips. I could feel her wetness envelope my finger so I inserted my index finger and she dripped from her open lady. She hiked her back to me and I controlled her hips with my arm as spread her ass with hand. My nose was buried in her. She was moaning and gyrating at the hips. My chin stood strong as long as it could but I was losing leverage on her labia the more she shook. I turned her onto her backside and slid lower on her body. I cradled her leg over my shoulder. My lower lip was just below her top labia and I was digging a hole into her clitoris with my tongue. When she pushed into my mouth I sucked on her as hard as I could. She was going insane. Her nails were clawing against my head and she nearly scratched my eyes out. I had to keep her leg harnessed because she was starting to kick wildly with the other.
“I can’t believe how good this shit is. You eat pussy like a girl”, she told me.

I could feel my dick get hard as a rock when she said that. I didn’t stop treating her though. I began to work my fingers in and out at different angles and different speeds as I sucked on her pussy. She juiced like an orange when I put my tongue on her clit. This was too much for me. I had never had a girl squirt like this before. Lust overtook me. I took one last tour of her delta before I slid back and then slid inside of her. It was the morning after and we both had to go to work so I didn’t take long to get mine.

She showered. My head was in the clouds. I ate pussy like a girl she had told me. It was finally good to get some feedback after all those years. I didn’t really know how else to take it.

A few nights later we got together again and it was more of the same. We used every square inch of my apartment as a playpen. From the bathroom sink to the kitchen counters. I wanted to see her in every angle in every situation. It was amazing how well we adapted to indoor sexcapades.

I was at home playing video games one Thursday when she called me.

“Hey friend. What you up to tonight? I wanna come over.”

“That’s cool. I’m not doing shit. Just let me know.” I said.

“Okay. I’m out with some friends now so it’ll be about an hour or so before I arrive. See ya soon.”

“Bye.”

I took out the trash and girl proofed the bathroom. Girl proofing is making sure that no woman would find objection to the condition. It took me about 30 minutes or so that afternoon so I had time to sit and smoke a cigar and finish a few more levels before she came over. This was getting quite regular. I was thinking about ways this could be more than just a club encounter turned one night stand turned December to May fling. Her sex was too good to let go and she was so attractive on so many other levels. I admit her curiosity in girls scared me away from any serious thoughts of a relationship. I knew she liked giving too. Thats what makes a girl a lesbian. Its the giving, not the receiving.

As if by some fruition of my thoughts, she arrived that night, but not alone. She had a friend with her who she had met at the bar for drinks. I didn’t know that she would bring a guest so I was a bit ticked at the surprise. But her guest, Katrina, made amends by having a drink with us as we sat on the balcony and smoked cigarettes. I didn’t have any idea as to where this was going, yet.

Katrina was taller and slender with an ass that looked like an apple. She had a pretty face and her hair was nice and tight to her neck. She talked about being a teached in Dallas and how she really liked having long breaks where she can visit and relax. She wanted to do something fun. I started to get the impression that I had been offered as a party favor.

We went back inside my apartment with the moon shining in behind us. The lights were off and the television shined the only light inside of the house. The opened credits to Spike Lee’s She Hate Me replay over and over from the DVD player. We sat on the balcony and talked for over and hour and thirty minutes. I had a few drinks and caught up to their drink count from the bar. Now we sat on the couch in an awkward silence waiting for something to happen. She said she had to use the bathroom. Katrina and I sat on the ends of the couch. I reached across and grabbed her heel. She pivoted her hip toward me as I undid the strap on her red heels. Her skirt was slit open and I could see her pink panties glowing back at me. I slid my hand beneath them and plunged my thumb into her.

She moaned to me “What was I trying to do to her.”

I thought the question was rhetorical.

She undid her skirt and I unbuckled my jeans just as the bathroom opened and the light from inside went out. She was coming back toward us and I could see her smiling a bit. She kissed Katrina in her mouth and made Katrina rub on her pussy from outside of her black dress pants. Then she came towards me and took off my pants.
She began to lick around my dick with her tongue before she sucked my balls. She jacked off my dick with one hand and played with her pussy with the other, as I pulled Katrina’s pink panties back. My tongue skated around her thighs and her kneecaps. My fingers were working inside of her. Then Katrina took off her blouse and began to caress her breasts. They were a perfect B cup.

Menage a Trois aka Cross Training

We lay on the floor in front of the T.V now. She was directing Katrina and I to orchestrate a position that we could all have fun in. We lay on our sides sitting with our hips to a mouth in a triangle. I turned off the T.V. In total darkness, the sounds were theme music to the menage a trois we made. All I heard was gobbling and spitting. When the gobbling and spitting subsided, we turned our hips and began anew. When the positions we were in, half 69-half sideways, made our bodies give in, I had had both girls licking and handling my dick at the same time. I opened the balcony door to let fresh air in and we caught a breathing break.

Then I sat on the couch. I was rubbing my dick and they were kissing each other in front of me. The moonlight beamed into the window and illuminated two elephants on Katrina’s back. They were identical to the ones that She had. I laughed to myself on the inside. I couldn’t believe that I was thinking of ways to keep her in my life. I knew it couldn’t get any better than this. I relaxed and enjoyed my lucky situation. She sat on top of me and slammed her wet pussy against my dick. Katrina knelt below us rubbing my balls and catching any thing that rained down on her face.

I blacked out a few times when I was going inside of them that night. I hate when that happens because I usually don’t have any control over my dick anymore. Its a physiological thing. I remember ravaging inside one girl, then coming to consciousness inside another girl. It was as if the night was just a memory, made from photos flashing in my mind.

The next morning I woke to breakfast from McDonald’s and a note from her. Glad you know how to have fun.  Katrina said it was dope. See ya later Sweetie, signed Her. I knew then to get my heart uninvolved.  What were we? We were definitely fuck buddies.

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sex and the city……

its my humblest opinion that when it comes to getting down with the opposite sex (or the same for all you homos) that nothing is more important to having a mission accomplished than the city or location in which you live.  I’ve traveled and lived in many American cities ove the past few years. Its from these experiences that i list my five favorite sex and the cities.

5. Miami- for me Miami has become a sort of guarantee.  I know where to find them and where to hide them.  I love Miami and its mixtures of possibilities.  Many assume that because of its reputation as being part of the “dirty south” that the ladies and nightlife are limited to bankhead nightclubs in Atlanta or stripping venues, and though they may highlight the nightlife in Miami, the city has so many more spots to find women from the malls (where all travellers must frequent) to the college squares and campuses that throughout downtown and the city.

4. Dallas- Dallas, like Miami, holds a certain southern charm and romanticism. After all, the show Cheaters is filmed here.  But unlike the city of Atlanta where there is always something buzzing, Dallas is a city that you have to make happen. Its rural and slow and not as ethnic as Houston or Atlanta, but that kind of makes the city worthwhile. Country people like to get drunk and screw and nowhere is that more evident that Dallas. Even the upper echelon of society is obesessed with romantic dramas like Tony Romo and Jessica Simpson.  Everybody around here is horny and gossiping and if they can’t talk about what you’re doing or screwing then they are probably making a saga themselves.

3. New York- the city that never sleeps is known as the city that never sleeps for a reason. Everybody is creeping late night looking for something to cut up. I love New York because someone there is willing and waiting.  The tri state area holds at least 10,000,000 people. Thats the best odds anyone can ever have when it comes to hooking up with girls. New York is the king of the one night stands.

2. Los Angeles/ San Francisco- to quote MSNBC “Between the Golden Gate Bridge — easily the country’s most romantic span–and the fog-shrouded summer mornings, San Fran sets the mood for finding a mate. And find one you will, what with the city’s top-ranking ratio of highly educated (and in shape) singles crowding the cable cars and walking the Wharf.”

1.  Atlanta- Atlanta provides the backdrop to the fairy tale romances that we are all reared on as little kids. Its the ideal place to date a few frogs or toad bitches before finding a prince and setting up a castle to have some kids and give birth to the whole damn cycle again. In Atlanta, one can find a prince, a stripper named princess, and a princess willing to marry a slave.  With so many women with low standards like these its pretty easy to find some stupid girl to get it on with. And sooner or later you’ll find a girl who can cook her way to your heart.

 

Editors Note: Special nod to Vegas, disqualified by state legalization of prostitution.