I’m home and rested and chock full of blog fodder from my wonderful weekend in Austin, TX with Hubs.
We headed south Thursday morning and spent the afternoon and night in Dallas. Our hotel was perfectly nice, except it was hosting (I couldn’t make this up if I tried) a convention for Scottie dog owners. It turns out that if someone is a devoted enough dog owner to attend a national convention, he’s devoted enough to bring his dog with him. So there we were, on our first getaway in ages, in a hotel full of DOGS. Always one to turn lemons into lemonade, Hubs kept me entertained by barking every time we walked down the hall, setting off a chorus of barks in the neighboring rooms.
I love that man.
We left Dallas Friday morning, heading further south to Austin. We were there for the wedding festivities of a close family friend. We stayed at a gorgeous hotel, just steps away from the University of Texas ("in the belly of the beast" my UT-loathing Hubs kept muttering under his breath). Here’s a picture of where we stayed (it was straight out of Southern Living):
It was the kind of place with his-and-her robes hanging in the bathroom, bazillion-thread-count sheets and a view like this from the balcony of our room:
Here are some more pictures (and I swear I’m not rubbing it in, it’s just that we so seldom stay in hotels that aren’t, you know, next to a Shoney’s, I thought I should commemorate the occasion for posterity):
As I said, we were there for a wedding. We spent plenty of time R&R-ing just the two of us, but we did some celebrating with friends as well. Friday night was the rehearsal dinner, held at a place which (we were told) is a hang-out of Matthew McConaughey’s. We two-stepped and boot-scooted and Cotton-Eyed-Joed until our feet hurt. Here’s a photo of Hubs and me all dressed up for the occasion (and no, we’re not so dorky that we walk around Texas dressed like cowboys; it’s how the invitation told us to dress):
Those fabulous boots I’m wearing were on loan from the ever-stylish Chilihead.
Saturday morning we had Tex Mex for BREAKFAST (they do that in Texas, evidently) and then did a little sight-seeing. Undoubtedly, the funniest part was a walk through the flagship Whole Foods store–I have never seen such organic-ness in all my born days. They had organic jelly beans, tampons and dogfood. ("Why do dogs need organic food? Don’t they eat their own poop?" Hubs asked.) Actually, the observations of my conservative, no-nonsense, Republican husband were hilariously priceless. We walked through the courtyard (yes! a grocery store with a courtyard, which should tell you something) among all the folks eating their hummus, wearing "Give Peace a Chance" shirts. Hubs told me he was resisting the urge to plop down next to them wearing a Haliburton t-shirt and chugging a Budweiser.
Have I mentioned how hard this man makes me laugh?
Saturday night’s wedding was breathtaking and romantic and gorgeous under the open Texas sky. I had many mushy wedding thoughts, but they’re all worthy of a blog post of their own, so I’ll save that for a later date.
There’s a lot more I could tell you (like my leisurely to visit to
the mothership The Container Store; or the four–yes, FOUR–adorable skirts I found at my new favorite clothing store; or the gorgeous hotel tile-work I’m trying to figure out how to replicate in my kitchen; etc. etc. etc.) but this is much too long already. Here’s the nutshell version for those of you who skimmed to the last paragraph (and I don’t blame you): fun time, awesome Hubs, long naps, good shoes. The End.