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When I am thinking of stuff to do in Houston, it’s not often that I am thinking of something that involves a shovel. Usually I am trying to figure out what bar or club to go to, what I am going to say if I meet a pretty girl, you know, normal stuff that you should be thinking of. When a shovel comes in to the picture, I can’t imagine anything good coming out of the entire evening. However, one of my most memorable evenings out in the city does involve a shovel. My friends and I had gone out on a typical Friday night and were having a good time. The designated driver kept pouring as in and out of the car from place to place until it got to be about two or three in the morning and it was time to call it a night. The driver decided to take a shortcut home to save some time. Even though I had a lot to drink that night, even I could tell that the roads seemed very windy and dark. There were not many lights along the way to light up the road at all. We were driving along when all of a sudden there was a loud “THUMP” under the wheel. My friend brought the car to a quick halt. We all got out of the car to take a look. Seems my friend ran over a possum in the road and it was lying there, dead as a doornail. We all tried not to laugh about how upset he was. He insisted we find a spot to bury it. We were out in the middle of nowhere, so theoretically we could bury it, but none of us wanted to do it. The driver went into his trunk and took out a small shovel. Why he had a shovel in the trunk none of us bothered to ask nor did we really want to know. So I guess we were going to bury a possum. He scooped up the possum and carried it over to the side of the road. As we reached an area that looked like a good spot for a burial, The possum sat bolt upright on the shovel and snarled at all of us. We all screamed like little girls and ran. I am pretty sure one of my buddies wet his pants right there. The driver, still holding the shovel, screamed and dropped. The possum bit him and ran off. The driver drove us to the nearest hospital where he could get checked out. We all sat around the emergency room sobering up while he got tested for rabies and got a shot. All in all, I have to say when looking for stuff to do in Houston, as funny as it was I hope nothing ever involves a shovel again. Does stuff to do in Houston ever include a shovel for you? Come to our nightlife site and tell us why (or maybe tell us something else; we might not want to know this from a legal standpoint).
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