San Antonio is #2!

I read an article yesterday that said SA plans to convert human waste to energy, selling methane gas from the San Antonio Water System sewage plant to an energy company in Massachusetts.

Of course the obvious puns leap to mind simply because of how many refried beans are consumed in SA... But I'm proud of my hometown. South Texas is so different than North Texas. More Catholic = more fun. You'll never find a dry county in S. Texas. You won't find that rich people outnumber poor people in S. Texas. You won't find anyone wearing a tight red leather mini-skirted suit and peplum with red leather stilettos on a Sunday morning at au bon pan in S. Texas (that's a true story which can be confirmed by Sad Trashy Jon).

What you'll find is diversity and poverty, good food and big, devoted families that will spend their last hundred bucks on a huge party that the whole neighborhood attends to celebrate a child's first birthday (that's a story too and there were balloons, smurfs, mariachis AND a live band somewhere off Zazamorra Road. I was hired as the smurf).

The Baptists in San Antonio act more like Catholics. The Baptists in N. Texas act more like Church of Christ (not to be confused with our denomination The United Church of Christ) or Assembly of God. I mean Catholic in the sense that they drink, party, forgive, atone, confess, start all over again. They aren't stereotypically sanctimonious like N. Texas, where you have to drive an extra 5 miles because you find yourself in a gas station or grocery store where there is no beer. In South Texas you certainly won't find yourself at a Baptist wedding where no alcohol is served and people keep disappearing out to their cars to imbibe the beverage they had to drive 10 miles out of town to buy (That's a true story about a Wichita Falls wedding and not a drop to drink, can you imagine? How is it acceptable to ask people to attend your daughter's wedding ceremony, which goes on forever and everyone knows will end in divorce - it did- and where all the guests had to go to the tiny Wichita Falls airstrip to watch the happy couple fly away in her daddy's Cessna AND NOT GIVE US A COCKTAIL???!!! It was an outrage).

So, Bottoms Up San Antonio! Good for you! There is some spiritual metaphor in this. Menudo and Margaritas for all!