Yes, I am still in Dallas. It has been more fun than y’all can imagine spending two and a half days going over things that could have been summed up in an email. A short email.
But on the bright side, I got to eat dinner tonight with my dear friend Hite who took me to a fabulous restaurant called Hatties. He described it as “gourmet soul food” and let me tell y’all it was some of the best food I’ve ever eaten. Fried green tomatoes, meatloaf and macaroni and cheese that was so unbelievably good that I wanted to lick the serving bowl. Heaven in a bowl is what it was. I will think about it for days with fond remembrance.
Oh yes, and the conversation was good too. Hite never fails to make me laugh and he told me a story tonight that left me with tears running down my cheeks. I’ll share it at some point, but he has pictures to send that will better illustrate. One of my favorite memories of Hite is the day of my college graduation when there was literally a tornado touching down in College Station and he looked at me and said “In spite of the wind, your hair is holding up beautifully”. It was a complete lie, but it made me feel better.
The other bright spot is that the hotel where I’m staying is the hotel where I stayed with Gulley, Jen and our other friends every New Year’s Eve when we were in college and A&M played in the Cotton Bowl. There are so many memories when I look around the hotel and think about what fools we were, but one of the best is the year that we were having a little social get together in our hotel room at 2 a.m. the night before the game and there was a knock on our door. We opened the door and there stood our star running back whose room was right next to ours. Apparently, we were keeping him awake with our festivities so he came on in and joined the party.
The next day, he fumbled the ball which essentially cost us the game. I’d like to think that we weren’t partially responsible, but I’m afraid we were. I have never admitted this publicly. In fact, as we sat eating our hot dogs in the stands that day, we vowed we would never tell anyone for fear of being outcasts.
Fool is the word y’all are looking for.
Anyway, later today I will be headed home to my people and for that I am thankful. I have my .25 cent Ziploc to safely tote my lipgloss on the plane. Honestly, the more I’ve thought about it, if someone wants to cause harm on a plane is a Ziploc snack bag going to stop them? My best guess is no.
The best part is that if my flight is on time and there are no delays, I’ll be home in time to tuck my girl into bed tonight.
And in other news, today is my Mama’s birthday. I won’t reveal her age because a lady never tells, but I wish her a wonderful day. Mom, I have a whole new understanding and appreciation of how many nights you went without sleep because “I couldn’t see” and other such issues. I am paying for my youth as an insomniac. I love you and hope you have a day filled with all good things.