My trip to Texas to see Queen B is one for the books, in this case, the book being a photo album. I'm going to do my best to refrain from sharing every single picture we took, but it's still going to be a lot.
Consider yourself duly warned.
Anyhoodle, I left Hooterville a little before noon on Thursday and touched down at DFW about an hour and a half later (gotta love that direct flight!). Queen B was waiting for me at the luggage carousel and we quicky loaded up the car and headed for our hotel.
We had scheduled a carriage ride to look at Christmas lights and were hoping to eat dinner at a restaurant close to the pick-up location for our ride. Unfortunately, the restaurant in question had a three hour waiting time (this, despite the fact that we signed up for the waiting list on their app and were given a wait time of thirty minutes; the hostess excused the discrepancy by saying that someone had forgotten to update the app), so we ended up at a super questionable Qdoba restaurant where cleanliness was most definitely not next to godliness.
No matter! We got something in our stomachs and caught our ride even earlier than was scheduled (the party scheduled for the time slot before us was a no-show). The ride lasted about an hour and we got to see some great light displays as well as some super-swanky houses. Plus, I was with my girl, so it was a win.
The next morning, we ate breakfast and sipped mimosas before heading out for a full day of shopping and pedicures before making the drive to Queen B's home in Stephenville.
Our favorite stopping place while shopping was the Christkindle Market at Globe Life Field. We got to see some pretty German Christmas ornaments, as well as a number of other items. We also drank the best cup of hot cocoa that I think I've ever had.
Yes, she is fondling a giant nutcracker. I can't take her anywhere.
The nail salon we went to had a full bar, and we were more than happy to partake. Queen B had a Bloody Mary, while I enjoyed my second mimosa of the day.
By the time we made it back to Queen B's, we were beat. So, we headed to bed. Saturday morning, we slept in for a while before finally getting around to setting up for that night's Sip'n'Paint.
I got to meet several of Queen B's "Texas friends", and the Rodeo Princess made the drive down from her home to join us as well. It was a fun way to spend the evening, and I think we all did a great job on our paintings.
Ignore the middle fingers; they grow up but they never really grow up, if you get what I mean
Sunday was our lazy day. We stayed in our pajamas, ordered a Door Dash delivery, and worked on Queen B's Christmas decorations while watching Hallmark movies. It was a pretty perfect day.
And then, on Monday, we made the drive back to Ft. Worth, stopping at a number of antique stores along the way. One of the little towns was decked out for the holidays in a big way; they had sculptures on almost every corner. We grabbed a peppermint mocha at the local coffee shop and explored the twon square.
And, at the final stop on our trip, Queen B struck gold; she found bar stools for her kitchen island. They were exactly what she was looking for and priced at just $12 each! We could not pass that up, although it did require some aggressive reorganization of her car in order to fit them in amongst our bags and other items.
That night, we checked into a hotel near the airport and ate take-out Chinese. It wasn't intended to be take-out, but Queen B got some very sad news about the passing of a good friend just as we were sitting down to eat, so we had the restaurant box it up so she could have some privacy in her grief.
I was heartbroken for her, but very glad that I was there to help support her.
The following morning, Queen B dropped me back at the airport and I was headed home. It was a whirlwind of a trip, but one that I think we both needed.
Today, I am back at work, catching up on everything that accumulated while I was out. I feel surprisingly capable of handling it all. That's the beauty of some time away from the office, no doubt.
Christmas is now just 19 days away, which means I need to get my ass in gear and get some stuff done. Perhaps you can relate.
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