|Posted by Nikki Yeager on April 14, 2011 at 12:40 AM|
I've always felt a special connection to Texans. Something about the fact I was born here stayed in my blood.
Plus, every time I come here I leave with great stories.
Like the cab ride I took today from Fort Worth to Dallas. It took a good 30 minutes and 60 dollars to get from my hotel to the building I was visiting. My beer-bellied driver chattered away with a heavy southern accent as I nodded along and stared at the sites passing by.
He told me about the Cowboys stadium and the Mavericks. He told me about the cowboys and the ghettos in Fort Worth. And he told me about his favorite place in TX... Austin.
Because in Austin my big burly Southern cab driver was allowed to wear drag as often as he liked and enjoy whichever sexual orientation tickled his fancy without any judgement in the world.
Yes, the Christian, native born cabbie next to me was a full on drag queen for years and years.
And that... that is why I love TX.