You know, because adults still go on spring break, even when they don't have children. Friday morning I drove to the
DFW area. I had the
TomTom, so I really have no idea where I actually was in relation to downtown Fort Worth or Dallas proper, but I was in the general
vicinity of all things
DFW. Lori flew in from Maryland and she Mere and I all stayed at
Mere's place. We missed Jennifer; we'll blame that on Lori being up for 77 hours. That number grows, depending on when you ask me.
Here's what we did: ate, drank, laughed, talked, nursed hangovers, shopped, tasted wine, napped,
girlied up Lori,
jeager bombs (ouch), drove through Texas fast-food chains, and thought of the other girls we wished were there.
My favorite line of the weekend: "You know, I don't really think about it enough to be confused." I will be using that one.


BTW, the pic below was our last SB together, in 2002.
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