25 More Ways to Know You've Spent Too Much Time In Montrose
Rocks Off loves Houston's adorably scruffy, formerly sketchy hipster 'hood long ago known as "Neartown," but sometimes you have to go beyond Allen Parkway or 59. We asked a few of our writers exactly when they know that last week, and they hit 25 and went right on going.
You have a favorite pothole.
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Last week, you received a tattoo and a psychic palm reading simultaneously.
You despise all of the new townhomes sprouting up on your street except your own.
You think the "Washington Corridor" is some secret passage from National Treasure 2.
You remember La Strada before it burned down.
You went to Mary's.
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You know who the Mayor of Montrose, the Wizard of Montrose, the Numbers Parking Lot Bullwhip Guy and the Montrose Rollerbalder are.
You know exactly where to park around Poison Girl to avoid being towed.
You've waited in the Jack in the Box line for over a half-hour at 2 a.m. because Whataburger is too far.
Both your cigarettes and your dietary staples are purchased by the carton.
You call it the 'Trose, the Gayborhood or Mantrose.
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