Busy Meets Lazy

This weekend was the perfect mix of crazy and relaxed. As I write this post, I have a snoring puppy and relaxing husband (well, he's not exactly relaxing, he is reading furiously to finish Hunger Games before I steal it, as I have threatened to do on several occasions).


After work on Friday, Jon and I both came home in a frenzy to pack up and head down to San Antonio for the Randy Rogers gig. Kelly's dear parents offered to watch Buddy and Baxter (K&K's little English Bulldog), allowing us to party hardy in true San Antonio form- Tex-Mex, margaritas, Dos-Equis, the works.


We made a quick stop at the hotel after dropping the pups like hot-cakes. This place was bizarre. The building itself must have been really old because the floors slanted in every direction and there wasn't a single straight wall in our room. 

Jon and I were just a little creeped out, I blame all of the Harry Potter movies that we've been watching lately...the place was a little Hogwarts-esque. 


The suite did have some sweet surround-sound though, even in the bathroom.

*bumpin'*

The stereo came complete with...an 8-track deck? 

The hotel entrance was also right next to the back entrance of a hip-happening nightclub called Kremlin. There were definitely some characters coming in and out of that joint. 

Kelly was particularly weirded out by the backwards "R" in the logo.

I don't blame her. I certainly have no desire to party like we are in communist Russia.


Randy definitely did not disappoint and the danchall was packed!

After the show, we all got a lot of entertainment out of the 20-year-old girls at the front entrance of the venue on their phones. Most of the conversations went something like this:


"Oh my god, I'm at the f*****g front door. It's f*****g cold! Will you please come pick me up, baby?!"


So classy. OF COURSE he's going to come pick you up, and it's not because you're drunk and your conversation closely resembles a booty-call ;).  


Perhaps we should take this as a sign that we are too old for that honky-tonk, but we won't.


On Saturday, Jon and I literally slept all day after making the long trip back to Georgetown. We managed to surface long enough to go to dinner with friends at P.F. Changs. It was Jon's first time at PFC, and although I rarely question his intelligence, I gave him the stank-eye when asked what type of restaurant it was. Really?

Sunday, we set to work early on cleaning the house and organizing the garage. I was pretty proud of myself when I came up with an alternative use for our car-wash brush. 

Should I put that on Pinterest? Only kidding.


Jon and I have also been snacking on these all day.

They are sugar-covered, chocolate-coated almonds. So addicting. My mother sent them to us - as a joke...I think. Last year, I ate A LOT of them when I was back home in Kansas for the holidays. When my mom found the empty box, her response was, "Did you eat ALL of the almonds?!" She knew the answer, but she definitely took a long glance at my butt at the same time she asked the question. She denies it, but I have witnesses.


I hope y'all have a wonderful week, and eat all the sweets you want! We can get our butts back into shape when 2012 comes around.


All My Love,

Jessica