What happens in Texas stays...on the Internet?

Surprise! I went to Texas at the end of last month. Tell you what – Texas is fun. I went jet skiing, sightseeing, country dancing, and ate way more meat than I ever want to again. Texans love their dead cows.

I arrived on a Thursday. And, yes, I puked on the plane.  For all the times I’ve thought I was going to do that and never have, I thought I’d get away this time as well. But no such luck. However, I did feel much better afterward.

Friday I went jet skiing for the very first time in my 27 years of life. So. Much. Fun. I fully admit to being a ‘fraidy cat, though, so someone with a more fully developed sense of adventure would probably have thought my jet ski ride was pretty mild. Sadly, the jet skiing did not get documented with pictures. It’s kinda hard to ride a jet ski and use a camera at the same time. Oh, well.

I remembered the Alamo. Saturday I went sightseeing and checked out Hemisfair Park, the Riverwalk, the Tower of the Americas, and the Alamo. I got to eat lunch at the top of the tower in a rotating restaurant. And I got Riley a coonskin cap from the Alamo.

Saturday afternoon I drove up to Austin and then went country dancing. Oh. My. I would strongly consider moving to Texas just to be able to go dancing to live country music every weekend. Next time, though, I’ll have to be sure and borrow Emma’s cowboy boots and sundress that she bought for her Taylor Swift costume last Halloween.

I was lazy Sunday morning. Got in some good conversation. Organized my suitcase. And then in the afternoon I went up to the San Antonio LDS temple grounds. I don’t know if I was actually supposed to be there, since most of the gates were locked. But one of them wasn’t, so I got in.

I was up late that night talking about everything under the moon. So when my alarm went off at 4:15 Monday morning I promptly told it to shut up. At 4:40 I finally made myself get up and throw clothes on. My flight left at 6 and I got to the airport about 5:15. And apparently airports are busy early on Monday mornings. Who knew? I checked my bag and waited in line for security in a line that would rival the one for Magic Mountain. Seriously. Miraculously I got through the line and to my gate before my plane took off. And then I fell back asleep before takeoff.