Wednesday evening I got home from work after picking up my dress from the tailor’s and picking up dinner from Chi.li’s. (Can I just tell you how much I love being able to order online at Chi.li’s? I placed the order at about 9 a.m. and it was ready for me right on time at 5:15 p.m.) Then I started getting everything together and packing.
Joe forced me to try on the dress, very much against my will. I was still traumatized (heck, still am) about having one of the seams begin to give when I tried it on at the tailor’s the day I took it in to be marked for hemming. The girl told me she was able to give me about 3.5 to 4 inches more, and I will say that when Joe made me try it on, I could breathe. I’m still paranoid about what will happen if/when I try to sit in it, but let’s not go there. I brought a cute black and white broomstick skirt and a black tee with cord patterns around the neckline, and plan to change into that for the reception.
Thursday morning, then, I was up bright and early. I needed to run to the doctor’s office to have them draw some blood for the labwork I needed done. They were open at 7:30, and I was there when they unlocked the door and back home by 7:45. I figured we’d just load up the dogs and hit the road. No, not so fast. Joe was dawdling a lot, and hadn’t taken a shower yet, and one thing led to another and it was around 10 when we got the dogs to the vet for boarding. And then there was a delay there, so maybe it was 10:45 or so when we finally got on the road.
Oh, but we hadn’t eaten anything yet that morning, so we stopped at the first Cracker Barrel we saw, which happened to be in Weatherford. If you know your DFW area, you’ll know that wasn’t all that far. I think we were finally seriously on the road around noonish. I’m not complaining here. I love Cracker Barrel–it’s an innate part of a Stencel family road trip. Biscuits and apple butter (seriously? ambrosia), not to mention a ton of candy.
We began by singing our way through the Beatles oeuvre, only to realize that our knowledge of the music far surpassed our knowledge of the lyrics. About 6 songs in, we looked at each other and said, “enough.” Then we talked or didn’t talk and just kept on going.
We got off the freeway a little past Abilene, and got onto some route I don’t remember the number of. It led us through serious Allergy Central. Lots and lots of weeds, places where the grass was being or had just been mowed, and our eyes were watering; Joe was sneezing and my head felt like it was made out of glass. That wasn’t so fun. We saw hundreds of windmills, and that was cool to see up close. We also saw lots of horses and cattle and fields of corn and grapes and something else we weren’t sure what was. As we drew closer to Roswell, the cloud formations got really inventive. There were plenty of obscene things to be seen in the clouds, including–and I’m not kidding–a giant hand giving us the finger. I looked at Joe and said, “You know what it’s saying? Hey, you, get off of my cloud!”
I must pause here to tell you that Joe NEVER laughs at any of my feeble attempts to be funny. He actually laughed, and I felt very happy. Alas, I was unable to get a photo of the irritated cloud, but it’s a sight I will never forget.
We got to the hotel around 8ish I think, and I was ready to poop out and get some rest, but Joe insisted we go out for dinner. We had dinner at a place called Farley’s, and it was kind of a pub/restaurant. Joe and I split a meal, and still had food that we had to leave behind. The theme of the restaurant decor was, naturally, UFO’s and sci-fi B movies. I took a photo of the menu, which was really clever, and will post it one of these days.
We drove up Main St. a little ways after dinner, and then turned around to go back to the hotel. We stopped at Dairy Queen to get dipped cones (our DQ’s in DFW have almost all closed), and I managed to get ice cream on my face, my hands, my shirt, my jeans, my seatbelt, and Joe’s hands. Don’t ask how. It was just melty, melty ice cream with a butterscotch shell and it tasted great. We went back to our room where I immediately washed up, and sort of fell asleep in about half an hour.
This morning we enjoyed a truly delicious free breakfast at the hotel, and then we headed to the UFO Museum. It was interesting. They had newspaper articles, affidavits, photos, all kinds of stuff. They were showing the movie Kyle MacLachlan and Martin Sheen did about the crash at Roswell. If you’re not too familiar with the story, it’s basically a farmer found a crashed something or other on his farm. He took some of the wreckage to the sheriff’s office, and the sheriff called the local military. The military got involved, agreed that it was something they’d never seen before, possibly not of human origin. Then it tuned into a cover-up of something, no one really knows what, except for those who do know aren’t speaking, and Major Jesse Marcel got thrown under the bus. Whether it was a top secret military or scientific experiment or whether it was an alien craft of some kind, there seems little doubt that there was a cover-up. The BS about it being a weather balloon was just that: BS. We didn’t watch the whole movie, just part of it.
Anyway, when we were done there we did a little souvenir shopping, then had lunch at a pretty good Mexican place. After that we went to get me a pair of shoes and some other essentials for tomorrow. Now we’re showered and I’m waiting for Joe to quit primping so we can head out to the camp for the rehearsal & rehearsal dinner.
I’ve got some photos downloaded to my computer, but I’ll put them in a separate post.
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