Well, where do I begin? I'm back from my whirlwind Texas safari. This was the 3rd time I've vacationed in Texas. The last 2 times I stayed at the Four Seasons, where the waitstaff made sure our napkins matched our outfits, and the Westin, which was attached to a mall. That's pretty much my speed.
My speed shifted this weekend...and you know what? It was awesome.
First of all, I had a wonderful first night in Dallas catching up with Heather. We stayed up half the night talking, laughing, and possibly dealing with my raging case of PMS.
Early the next morning, it was off to El Paso...on a mercifully empty flight where I had half the plane to myself. I was nervous...excited...and tired, lol. I slept for awhile, and then watched the landscape below me go from lush and green to dry desert brown.
Stewart's friend Yvonne picked me up from the airport since he had a few hours left at work. She was awesome and welcoming. And then it was off to the hotel (which ended up being so close to the airport I could have walked to it, lol) to wait.
And here's everything I did this weekend:
-Went to my first Army Ball.
-Drove up into the mountains.
-Ate at the Golden Corral (it wasn't bad, I'm not gonna lie, lol)
-Drove around with the windows open and let the wind blow my hair all over the place and didn't even worry about what it looked like.
-Saw the Mexican border.
-Had a BBQ where I ate a bbq-ed bologna sandwich with REAL (not fat free) cheese and REAL (not baked) Doritos...and OMG was it ever good.
-Saw the Military Hospital where my dad was stationed.
-Saw Stewart's barracks and base.
-Learned to do a 2-step and some other country line dance.
-Went on a mechanical bull.
-Ate at a Waffle House.
-Danced under a disco saddle.
-Wore a cowboy hat.
-Drove in a monster truck.
-Met James.
-Made a bunch of new friends.
-And I just might have fallen in love.
I can't believe how fast it all flew by. I guess in a way that's good though, because it means that the next time I see him will be here before I know it.
My speed shifted this weekend...and you know what? It was awesome.
First of all, I had a wonderful first night in Dallas catching up with Heather. We stayed up half the night talking, laughing, and possibly dealing with my raging case of PMS.
Early the next morning, it was off to El Paso...on a mercifully empty flight where I had half the plane to myself. I was nervous...excited...and tired, lol. I slept for awhile, and then watched the landscape below me go from lush and green to dry desert brown.
Stewart's friend Yvonne picked me up from the airport since he had a few hours left at work. She was awesome and welcoming. And then it was off to the hotel (which ended up being so close to the airport I could have walked to it, lol) to wait.
And here's everything I did this weekend:
-Went to my first Army Ball.
-Drove up into the mountains.
-Ate at the Golden Corral (it wasn't bad, I'm not gonna lie, lol)
-Drove around with the windows open and let the wind blow my hair all over the place and didn't even worry about what it looked like.
-Saw the Mexican border.
-Had a BBQ where I ate a bbq-ed bologna sandwich with REAL (not fat free) cheese and REAL (not baked) Doritos...and OMG was it ever good.
-Saw the Military Hospital where my dad was stationed.
-Saw Stewart's barracks and base.
-Learned to do a 2-step and some other country line dance.
-Went on a mechanical bull.
-Ate at a Waffle House.
-Danced under a disco saddle.
-Wore a cowboy hat.
-Drove in a monster truck.
-Met James.
-Made a bunch of new friends.
-And I just might have fallen in love.
I can't believe how fast it all flew by. I guess in a way that's good though, because it means that the next time I see him will be here before I know it.
You know what's the funniest thing...until the last year, I spent a long time hanging out with a certain group of people, doing the same certain, stupid things over and over again. And I thought I was happy. And I thought I was having a really good time. And the further away from those people I get, the more I realize that I wasn't. It was fine for what it was worth at the time, but I'll tell you what, I had more fun curled up with Stewart on a chair built for one person, watching a movie with Mackenzie and Luke, full from a bologna sandwich and ice cream, than I EVER did going to MTV Awards shows or red carpet parties in Vegas. And THAT feels amazing.
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