Hop, skip and a wait

As of 1:15 a.m. this morning, I'm back home. Man, yesterday was a L-O-N-G day. I woke up at 4:30 a.m., got dressed and checked out of the hotel, flew from Tulsa to Dallas, Dallas to Lubbock, got a rental, and had three hours to kill until the wedding. After a frantic cardigan search (because really, my arms are unattractive) and lunch at Olive Garden, I made it to the church.

I'm so happy I went to the wedding. Not only was it a great chance to see old friends (even some who live by me), the ceremony was gorgeous and very Brooke. Fun music, great clothes, and a candy buffet to fill up bags as our wedding favors. I can't believe Brooke's married! I've known that girl since she was a freshman in college. It does seem like three lifetimes ago that we met at the gym at 5:30 a.m. every morning. I have the arms to prove it!



After the reception I had a couple of more hours to kill, so I drove around dirt-filled west Texas (really... why do 215K people live in Lubbock?... see proof below) and utilized my GPS to find a scary gas station to fill up the rental with 1.22 gallons of gas (a cool $3 worth). My flight to Dallas was smooth, but after a three-hour layover and mediocre Mexican food in the airport, we sat on the tarmack in Big D for an hour. Thankfully it was my last flight, I had change for the tolls, and no checked luggage to wait on (or to pay for... that's quite a racket, American Airlines!).



Now I'm home, trying to sleep off exhaustion and looking forward to a day off tomorrow. No more Monday work days until July! Woo-hoo!