I’ll first apologize for the scarcity of posts as of late. Chris and I have been on the road every second we aren’t working in the past month…or so it seems.
Two weeks ago Chris and I miraculously fit all of our clothes and necessities for a four day trip to Texas into one little carry on. Most of you are well aware that I’d rather be stranded on a chairlift in the peak of winter than isolated on a beach in the summer heat, so it should be no surprise that Dallas in the middle of July wasn’t a vacation destination. However, six of us from Rhody took a flight to DFW to celebrate the nuptials of one of our best friends from high school. I learned several things from my short stay, namely:
1) Six people in one hotel room tests
my one’s patience.
2) Texas is not for me. The temperature never dropped below 100, houses larger than some college dormitories sat on lots smaller than my left big toe, and the only form of entertainment we stumbled upon was strip mall shopping. If you’re into that sort of thing, you’re in luck, because there’s a strip mall on every street corner.
3) I’m happy to have checked another state off of the big 50 list, and I won’t shed a tear if that’s the last check mark that state sees….though I do hear Austin might be worth a look.
Despite this being a less-than-ideal form of a summer vacation, it was fun to spend time with friends and Chris and I were happy to share in Nick and Courtney’s wedding festivities. Without further ado, here’s a recap of the event:
The trip started off with a bang as Pauly Shore staked out Billy’s location in more than one airport: