German? English? Polish? Czech? Slovak? French (ick)? Glorious Texan? It's all here!
Any flavor of religion, any taste of food, any sort of music, it's here, and Texas-ized. You like polkas? Check out conjunto. You like next-gen country? Try Texas music. Country, blues, pop are givens.
As for our accents ... they're not all the same. There're various drawls, and divers southern accents, and then there's the way I talk <snicker>. Besides, we grow on you. When I first spoke to DaBear, I was amazed by the Yooper accent, and I suspect he was equally shocked by mine. We've met in the middle over the years.
You should come on down and visit sometime, girlfriend. I'd take you to San Antonio, and we'd do the San Antonio Stroll down the Riverwalk, and eat migas, and tamales, and delicious enchiladas made with white cheese, and gorditas. We'd go ride the Brackenridge Eagle (I love that train!) and go to a San Antonio party --- doesn't matter which one, those people party from February to January. I'd take you to Beaumont, and feed you some of the best soul food you've ever had. And, barbecue ... oh, we'd eat barbecue 'till we slipped down!
I'd show you UT, and Rice, and a real rodeo, and the McDonald Observatory, and, if you need your tree fix, I think I can find you some up around Marshall. Then I'd take you to Levelland, which earned its name the honest way, and Alpine, and take you to the desert down Pecos way, where they grow the best cantaloupes in the world. Then we'd go to our beauteous Third Coast, fresh seafood from Port Arthur cajun-style to Brownsville Mexican-style. From blackened redfish to snapper Vera Cruz, it's allll good!
And, oh, my, the men of Texas turn my head! Stetson hats and tight jeans and pearl-snap shirts and high-heeled cowboy boots ...! Sexy business suits or shorts showing off hairy legs, hot-cha-cha!
You've not seen Texas, hon, not till you see it through my eyes. It would take too long to do it up right ... you'd have to come back a couple-three times!
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Oh GIRL! It sounds like a whole 'nother country! ;o)
I went through Texas a couple of times on our way to visit my brother at the AF Academy in the late 60's. Out in West Texas, there were so many miles of empty rolling hills that my Daddy said that he almost expected to see a stagecoach come over a rise being followed by outlaws! We stopped at Six Flags on one of the trips on what must have been the hottest day of the summer; it was BRUTAL! Then once we visited that same brother in Lubbock, or somewhere nearby, when he was stationed at an AF base there.
When I was growing up, Texas seemed so far away from Mississippi. I didn't leave the state until I was 9 and my dance teacher had some of us in her class in Hattiesburg join her students in Bogalusa, LA for a dance recital. I mainly remember how stinky the paper mill was! LOL!
mmmm... migas!