At the end of July, Jammi, Nicole and I (but missing Erin!) got together for a much-needed GNO (Girls Night Out). Since I moved down south it's been a little harder to find "things in the middle" so I usually end up going most of the way or they come down into my 'hood. After dinner at Carolina's, they drug my hungover ass (the night before was my first Yelp Elite event) to Austin Ave. for more boozin. Kyle and Derek came and picked up baby Brayden from dinner so we decided it was time to party.
That following weekend, we had Jeremy and Stephanie out at the lake. The usual debauchery went as planned - staying up until 4am, going to RCs for Two-Stepping and hitting the beach. We got caught in a knarly storm and braved through it like a couple of sailors, although Captain Shadow hid under our feet when it thundered.
Last week I got a wild hair up my ass and decided to go home for a few days. I wanted to surprise everyone, so I got into Muleshoe around 9:45pm on Tuesday night. My mom freaked when she opened the door, and my dad came stumbling out from the bedroom with a confused look on his face. He kept asking me if everything was okay; I just told him I quit my job, broke up with Kevin and was moving in with them. I kid, I kid.
They were overjoyed to have me there, and I got to see my dad's parents while I was home...they really liked that. I realized I need to start seeing them more - my Papaw just turned 80. I also got to spend time with Shelbi, and Jordan Pool (separately, of course) who I don't see enough these days. Jordan even picked some sweet corn for me...yay!
I drove back into DFW with them on Thursday night caravan-style (they were headed to the lake), but I made a last-minute detour and went to Granbury to stay one night with them instead of go into Dallas. Then Kevin pulled a Nikki and showed up at my parents' house, surprising me. And yes, I stayed with him.
This past weekend, one of my very best friends from college, Lyndsey, got engaged to her longtime boyfriend Lane. We hang out with them once every few weeks so Kevin's familiar with them now. They just bought a house together and are in the process of redoing most of it...makes me want a house with a yard!
That's all for now I suppose. I just heard from one of my other college friends, Megan (remember her from our NY trip?). She's coming to town for UNT's Homecoming in October and I'm planning to go support my Alma Mater, hit Fry Street like I'm 21 again, and see her all in one whack. Don't worry, I'll document the madness.
Last week I got a wild hair up my ass and decided to go home for a few days. I wanted to surprise everyone, so I got into Muleshoe around 9:45pm on Tuesday night. My mom freaked when she opened the door, and my dad came stumbling out from the bedroom with a confused look on his face. He kept asking me if everything was okay; I just told him I quit my job, broke up with Kevin and was moving in with them. I kid, I kid.
They were overjoyed to have me there, and I got to see my dad's parents while I was home...they really liked that. I realized I need to start seeing them more - my Papaw just turned 80. I also got to spend time with Shelbi, and Jordan Pool (separately, of course) who I don't see enough these days. Jordan even picked some sweet corn for me...yay!
I drove back into DFW with them on Thursday night caravan-style (they were headed to the lake), but I made a last-minute detour and went to Granbury to stay one night with them instead of go into Dallas. Then Kevin pulled a Nikki and showed up at my parents' house, surprising me. And yes, I stayed with him.
This past weekend, one of my very best friends from college, Lyndsey, got engaged to her longtime boyfriend Lane. We hang out with them once every few weeks so Kevin's familiar with them now. They just bought a house together and are in the process of redoing most of it...makes me want a house with a yard!
That's all for now I suppose. I just heard from one of my other college friends, Megan (remember her from our NY trip?). She's coming to town for UNT's Homecoming in October and I'm planning to go support my Alma Mater, hit Fry Street like I'm 21 again, and see her all in one whack. Don't worry, I'll document the madness.
