Why Texas is awesome....again...

Okay. I'm fully aware that McAlister's Deli is also in North Carolina. But their sweet tea reminds me of sitting on my mom's porch during tornado weather*. So therefore, McAlister's Deli is Texasy to me.

On that note, I'm actually on my way to North Carolina tomorrow morning for another wedding. This one is my friend Melissa's. Congratulations to Rod and Melissa, two of the most awesome people in Southern California. See you tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!

PS I haven't seen Melissa in over a year. This is big time y'all.

*Tornado weather is when the sky turns an olivey green color, the wind suddenly stops and the air is so thick you could you cut it with scissors. It's amazing.

Dear Self,

Why do you always blink in pictures that would be perfect if you hadn't blinked?


Signed,
Self.

Texas Our Texas.

I just got back from Texas. I was there for about a week to celebrate the marriage of my sister Shauna to a wonderful man named Greg. There are a lot of pictures but I don't have them yet. So I will tell you all about the wedding once the pictures are in my possession.

While I was home for such a long/short while, I started noticing all the things that make Texas great. So I took pictures, because why not? I'll share them a little at a time because too much of a good thing will just make you jealous you aren't underneath that Texas sky.

Numero Uno reason why Texas is great:

The Mambo Taxi


Whoever thought to combine a margarita with sangria just gets life. These lovelies are available at Mi Cocina. A restaurant. That is good.

Word to the wise: Never drive a car after even ONE Mambo Taxi. They are potent people. I'm not kidding. Potent. The good kind of potent.

It Feels Like Fall...

This made me laugh. I didn't find it on my own though. I stole this video off of a blog I love to read.

The author of this blog is my favorite blogger ever. His name is Scotty Crowe. He used to write the tour journals for John Mayer back when John Mayer played small little clubs and people like Jessica Simpson wouldn't date him if he paid them too. I loved his blogs. They were intelligent and witty. I used to come home from work or school and immediately check to see if Scotty Crowe had updated his blog. Then John Mayer got big and Scotty disappeared. Afterwards I used to search Google for postings of his old blogs just for the memories.

Thankfully someone in the Mayer camp wised up and gave Scotty a blog on John Mayer's website. He mostly writes about college football these days, but I read it anyway.

I also made my blog white. Know why? I can't wait for snow. I'm smiling just thinking about it. Some call me sick, others...well, they get it.

SRYTIMF ANNIVERSARY!

The most important part of my fabulous one year anniversary weekend was knowing that I've officially known my Stop Rubbing Your Theatre In My Face girls one year. It's actually one year ago today I walked into my second week of level one class at iO and met T and A. I bought them cards to celebrate.


The cards play music. I've never seen someone jump so high and scream so loud when hearing music from High School Musical. Except for maybe myself, in my apartment, when I watch High School Musical and jump so high and scream so loud.

Stop Rubbing has a show next week. September 10th @ Ginger's Ale House @ 9pm. We haven't done a show in almost 5 months. Huge span of time might I say. I really only have one thing left to say my girls:

We're soaring...

Flying...

There's not a star in Heaven that we can't reach...

If we try...

Yeah...

We're breaking free.

Spa Day Ya'll!

My sister and my mom are visiting this weekend. A "Girls weekend in Chicago" was my mom's mother's day gift and really an excuse to get my sister to take time off and come visit me. She is an attorney and works/travels A LOT. And she never gets to travel to fun places, like Chicago.

Today our big event was a day at the spa. I used to make fun of people who spent time in spas until a former boss of mine gave us employees a spa day for Christmas a few years ago.

I get it. I love the spa. I love it. I love to get a massage and bake in the sauna. Drink the fancy water, eat the special fancy food. Sit in a steam room and hack up a lung because of my allergies. It feels so good.

I just had the best spa experience of my life. My first spa experience was at the Paris Hotel in Las Vegas. That one was good. The Bliss Spa....the one we went to today. Words can't even describe it. And the view tops it all. The Spa is on the 8th floor of the W hotel which is right on Lakeshore Drive. I tried to get a picture of the beautiful view of Lake Michigan....I had to be discreet though. It is spa and people are mostly running around in towels.


Yum.