I’m headed to Florida with my son to visit the love of his life, his grandma. (Sorry, L!) On my way to the airport for this trip, I remembered that I never told you guys about my layover in Dallas back in July. The husband and I were on our way back from California and we got to spend about three hours in the Dallas airport. I have never actually visited Texas, but I do feel like I got a glimpse of this huge state just by visiting the airport.
I took lots of pictures to share with you, but then totally forgot to actually share them. I think I’m getting old. As you can imagine, a lot of the pictures were cow related, but some involved other kinds of dead animals. Everything may be bigger in Texas, but it’s also deader. It’s no mistake that the Bloggess, lover of taxidermy, is a Texas native.
So, this won’t be a wordy blog, more like a picture book. We can call it Dick and Jane Go to Dallas, but use Chris and Lisa instead. Sound good? OK. Get yourself a cup of juice and sit down on the rug. It’s story time.
“Why don’t we stop by Target?” I asked my husband and my mother, as we pulled out of the parking lot of an apartment complex we were looking at for my mom. “We have an hour until we have to meet everyone for lunch, and mom wanted to look at small Christmas trees. Plus, I really have to pee.” I HATE public bathrooms, but it didn’t make sense to drive all the way back to my mom’s apartment. My husband looked at me like I’d been huffing Windex, and asked me how to get to Target. He was driving our rental car around my hometown, Hollywood, Florida.
I asked my mom where the Target in Pembroke Pines was, since we were meeting some of my closest high school friends for lunch at Burger and Beer Joint on Pines Boulevard. Mom told my husband where to go (not like that — she actually likes him), and we arrived at Target. It was so crowded. There were not even handicapped parking spaces available. My mom has a handicapped parking permit.
“Wow. It’s so crowded,” I said, while thinking about how much I missed Ohio.
“Well, it is Black Friday, Lisa,” My husband said, while pulling the car over to one side in the lot. “You ladies get out here. I will go fight for a spot.” I totally forgot it was Black Friday, since, as your token introverted friend, I do all of my shopping online. My husband is a gem for dropping us off out front and not smacking me.
So, my mom and I went into Target, and headed to the restrooms. Holy cow! I mean. I’ve been in gas station bathrooms before, and Walmart bathrooms, but the Target ladies room in Pembroke Pines needs some kind of honorable mention in the International Nasty Bathroom competition. If this competition doesn’t exist, it should. I realize it was Black Friday, but come on, Target. Don’t make me regret hating Walmart.
As my mom and I exited the bathroom, my husband entered the store, having found a parking space. We walked around Target, trying to find that tree. We could barely look at the trees because the folks at Target had carts full of merchandise blocking the Christmas tree display. We squeezed by a cart to get a look at the trees. The whole blockade reminded me of the liquor section in any grocery store in Indiana on a Sunday. Prior to moving to Columbus, we lived in Fort Wayne, IN (THE Armpit of America). So, I know all about carts blocking the items you actually want to buy. Man, was I glad to get out of there.
So, after an unsuccessful trip to Target, we headed over to Burger and Beer Joint for lunch. Through the beauty of Facebook, I have kept in touch with A LOT of friends from high school. Since I am a touch on the introverted side, I made lunch plans with a really small group of them. Next time, I want to make individual plans with my besties. I don’t feel like I had enough time with anyone. Like a textbook introvert, I don’t like to hang out with gobs of people, but I LOVE the friends I do have.
My friend H, who I met at the bus stop on the first day of 8th grade at a new school, brought her adorable son and niece. The kids colored pictures for Chris and me that I will hang on my fridge as soon as I unpack them. I will put them here for your enjoyment. H and her son and niece could model. Seriously, I told H that, too. They are all such gorgeous people.
My friend T has not aged one bit and is still the sweetest person ever. She brought me a card and a Starbuck’s gift card. T and I met in drafting class in 8th grade, and she still KNOWS me. I love this girl.
C brought her boyfriend. It was nice to meet him in person as I had seen pictures and read his funny comments on Facebook. It was so nice to see them together and see my friend so happy. They are a beautiful couple
M, who I never hung out with in high school, was thrilled to have a grown-up lunch. Her two kids, both models, for real, were at home with dad. M is a prime example of everything that is good about Facebook. I hardly knew her in school, but she is one of my best, most genuine friends, thanks to this newfangled Internet.
By the end of the day, I was exhausted, and a little sad. There was a lot of talking and interaction, which can drain a hermit, but it was with people I adore. I loved seeing everyone and catching up. I miss living in Florida only when I think of my friends and family. I would really like it if everyone would just move to Ohio. I’m sure all Floridians are jumping at the chance to shovel snow. I guess I will keep visiting.