When I was visiting my friends and family in Houston last week, I made my way to midtown to visit a friend from high school. As we were just about to part ways, I saw a giant crowd of people standing around an arena in the outdoor section of a popular local bar called Little Woodrow’s. I asked my friend what was going on, and he said, “Oh, it’s turtle racing,” as if it were a completely normal thing to pass while walking along a downtown street in a major U.S. city.
He asked if I wanted to watch for a little bit because they were just getting started… and I was clearly fascinated by the idea.
“YEAH I DO!”
Side note: when I was in high school, I had two baby water turtles named Mike and Ike. I miss those little buggers.
With several other popular bars within walking distance, Little Woodrow’s hit the nail on the head when it comes to standing out from the crowd. This was a Thursday night at 9pm, and the place was completely packed with young working professionals ready to cheer on one of the ten turtles from the pack. Continue reading “Turtle racing in the heart of Houston. Yep.”