The twins have arrived! Plans are as follows:

Today: Lunch, Tour of NASA (I think the twins might be scarily disappointed to find we don't actually have live aliens here), trip to an honky-tonk bar ("Wild West") that has a mechanical bull. No kidding.

Tomorrow: I'm going to work in the morning. Lunch. Drive to San Antonio. Do Riverwalk.

Saturday: See the Alamo. Go to Austin. Watch the sunset/drink margharitas at Oasias. Go to Antone's and see Dexter Freebish.

Sunday: Explore Austin. Drive back to Houston.

Monday: Twins leave. Sad.

On another topic, I am morbidly fascinated with the imminant plague of cicadas that are going to attack the mid-Atlantic very soon. Apparently they will be so loud that they could drown out a stadium crowd. This was particularly amusing:

You thought "Van Helsing" was bad? You thought nothing could be worse than the Olsen twins' movie? Try sitting out in your backyard having a cold one when the cicadas start dropping from trees like World War II paratroopers over Normandy. Reportedly, there will be 1.5 million cicadas per square acre. One-point-five MILLION! We're going to be dripping with cicadas. My friend Tony Reali, "Stat Boy," has calculated that every Washingtonian will have to average 8,000 cicada kills per hour to keep them at bay. I don't know about you, but I can't spend the entire month killing cicadas. At some point I'm going to have to take a few hours to apply for a bank loan to buy gas.