This past weekend was another one of my infamous spur of the moment trips to Dallas. Dave and I were sitting at the house on Friday, and we came to the realization that we had nothing to do. Within 20 minutes of this conclusion, we had loaded up the "boat" and were heading southbound 35 for the weekend. However, this was not just any normal trip. No, this trip turned out to be a little different than my other weekend ventures.
We arrived in Dallas a little too late for any formal meetings or greetings, so we went straight to our final destination of the evening. We met up with Chadly and some other friends at a place called Hurricanes on Greenville. Saturday, we went and ate at my favorite restaurant in Dallas, Ozona's. I don't think I've ever made a Dallas trip and missed the opportunity to stop in for some Ozona's Juevos Rancheros; so good! Then we went to Northpark Mall where, ironically, we met up with Dave's mom and two sisters; both of his sisters live in Dallas and his mother lives in Midland. I say "ironically" because Dave had no clue his mother was going to be in town.
Side Note: If we wanted to go a step further on the irony scale, Dave's cousin Hilary (also lives in Midland) was in Dallas for a bachelorette party. Apparently, the last bachelorette party of Hilary's that we crashed, Dave and I made quite an impression. Apparently, we were so much fun that we might have taken some of the attention away from the bride-to-be, and we were not invited to crash this bachelorette gathering. We didn't let this effect our weekend, although, we were both a little hurt on the inside.
Saturday night, we watched Sheffield dominate the Tech game (and hopefully ensure his position as the Texas Tech starting quarterback). Then, we went to meet up with some fellow Tech grads at Blackfriar in Uptown and celebrated our victory into the wee hours of the morning.
Pretty fun weekend, right? You would think that if Sunday had been like any other normal Sunday, it would have been a relaxing car ride home and an early trip to bed so that I could catch up on some neglected sleep. However, Sunday is not the conclusion to this story. Friday and Saturday were merely the Prologue to the epic tale of Sunday's adventures. The real story starts here....
Marry Poppins rocked my world; it was so good. I think I only appreciated it because mom ALWAYS drug us to all sorts of productions growing up so that we would have a little "culture" in our lives. Anyways, it was probably the best musical I've ever seen.
