So here was my view for much of the day on Saturday.
I’ll be honest. I just barely survived.
Especially if you add in the fact that there was a gorgeous pool right behind me, waiters bringing food and drinks, and a massage scheduled for later that afternoon.
Is this heaven?
No, it was the Westin La Cantera Resort.
Which is pretty close.
So you may be asking what I did to deserve all this and the answer to that question is absolutely nothing.
About a month ago my dear friend Trevor, who is married to my dear friend Jamie, called Gulley to see if she could help him plan a birthday surprise for J. She agreed and assumed she was going to help him plan a vacation for the two of them. That wasn’t the case.
Trevor wanted to surprise Jamie with a girls’ weekend at the Westin and he wanted to include Gulley, our friend Leah, and me, since we all live in San Antonio and wouldn’t have to travel. He just needed to know if we were available and interested.
Are you kidding? I haven’t been that interested in anything since I first met P. Although, technically, I wasn’t really interested in P until the second or third time I met him. But you get my point. Obviously I eventually became interested enough that I wanted to pledge my life to him, have his child, and spend the remainder of my life wondering why he only uses half a paper towel and leaves the other half sitting on the kitchen counter.
On Saturday morning, Gulley picked me up and we headed out to La Cantera to meet Jamie and Leah for an early lunch at Nordstrom’s Bistro. Let me just say that if you ever have the opportunity to eat the french fries at Nordstrom, do not pass up that chance or you will regret it forever. They are delightful. In fact, forget shoe shopping, I may just start going there for the fries and the dipping sauce that they serve on the side that tastes like some kind of olive spread. I’m sure the whole thing only had 3000 grams of fat.
Totally worth it.
After lunch we checked into our rooms. Y’all will be happy to see that we brought the necessary supplies.
May the cake rest in peace.
Just as we were settling in, the concierge called to tell us we’d need to be down at the Spa in a few minutes because we had Spa Packages scheduled.
SHUT UP.
And y’all don’t want to hear about the part where I messed up my fresh pedicure. It was slightly tragic but I didn’t let it ruin what was otherwise a stellar day. Considering that part of last Saturday involved my child throwing up all over me, a little smudged nail polish didn’t seem like that big a deal.
After the spa we changed into our swimsuits to go hang out by the pool. An adult pool. A pool that involved no floaties, crying babies, or the possibility of leaky swim diapers.
Gulley and Jamie just happened to have the exact same chocolate brown swimsuit coverup which we didn’t think anything about, but as we were walking to our lounge chairs Gulley overheard a guy tell his wife, “Look, those two girls are dressed like Obi Wan Kenobi.”
The force was with them.
And they pledged to overtake the evil empire and never wear those brown coverups at the same time again.
One chocolate brown coverup = Cute
Two chocolate brown coverups side by side = people who may be in some sort of Star Wars cult
We spent the rest of the afternoon looking out at the phenomenal view, laughing and talking about everything y’all can possibly imagine. Can I just say that if you haven’t spent some time with girlfriends in a while, then you should. Even if it’s just sitting in someone’s living room around a bowl of M&M’s.
And if it involves a large enough bowl of M&M’s, then feel free to invite me to join you.
If it involves some kind of molten lava chocolate cake, then I’m crashing the party whether I’m invited or not.
Finally, we dragged ourselves back inside to get ready for dinner although I hated to put makeup on my freshly facialed face.
I would have taken a picture of the amount of food that was on that table only moments before but I was way too relaxed, plus I had eaten too much and couldn’t bend over to get my camera out of my purse.
I also licked my plate clean within five seconds so clearly there wasn’t time to get a picture of my filet.
What I’m saying is that dinner was wonderful.
We made a toast to friends. And to Trevor, who essentially served as our fairy godfather. A very manly fairy godfather. He quit wearing tulle years ago.
After dinner we drove our golf cart back to our hotel room, put on our pajamas and stayed up way too late eating cake and making shameful admissions about our overuse of hair products back in the late 80’s and early 90’s, including possible addictions to Aussie Sprunch Spray.
But if you can’t admit to that stuff in front of friends, then who can you tell?
I mean, other than the internet?
May the force be with y’all.