On the way back from dropping Ingrid off at IAH, Erin took me to Fry’s.
May 18th, 2003
On the way back from dropping Ingrid off at IAH, Erin took me to Fry’s. It’s quite large
(on par with the Sunnyvale location) and oil-themed, with towers and
derricks holding up the trompe-l’oeil sky ceiling, and the roadside
Fry’s sign is mounted on an oil rig, lettering set against a crowning
black splotch.
You realize, of course, that taking me to Fry’s, an hour away, on a Sunday
morning, makes Erin the best wife, evar. EVAR!