Sitting at a Starbucks in what must be the gayest district in Houston. I love it. We just finished up at the Chinese Consulate, dropping off our passports and paperwork to get visas. There was a line to the street before the consulate even opened. We had parked at a nearby shopping center and walked to the consulate, disobeying the “No Chinese Consulate Parking” signs that littered the parking lot. Don’t worry, this story has a happy ending (for me), but not in the sexual sense. Well…good thing the line was long and I decided to go back and get some drinks, because when I walked out of the Starbox…there was a towtruck behind my dad’s car, the guy checking the license plates and about to put rollers or something under the chassis. I hit the lock button on the keychain so time would stop…