Houston is often called a city of transplants. While the majority of the influx likely moved here for work, each transplant can be divided into unique categories based on a mix of sociological statistics, geographic origin, and hardcore, unapologetic stereotyping. Sorry we’re not sorry (unless we deeply offend you, and then, OK, we are a little sorry).
The Southern belle
This sweet tea-sippin’ gal may seem innocent, but three Fireballs later and she’s let her country out in full force. You can find her dirty dancing on stage at Howl at the Moon and charming her way into free slices of late-night pizza before falling on the sidewalk after the bars close.
That guy from Beaumont
He may be a little less polished than the rest of your coworkers (he is from the butthole of Texas), but he’s the only reason work dinners are fun... mostly because he’s pounded like, five Lone Stars, and you’re at a sushi restaurant.