Last week, I made the trip to Texas that I’ve been trying to make since 2009 when my friend Jessi got married there. It was a little belated, but I finally made it.
I left on Thursday and spent the first two days with my friend Jennifer. Jen and I were best friends from kindergarten all the way through high school. For over ten years, we did everything together, and to say I was devastated when she moved to Florida for college would be an understatement. (I can’t be mad at her, though. I was supposed to go, too, but a teenage pregnancy kind of threw off those plans!)
We’ve seen each other off and on since college, but never for very long, so I made sure I got to spend some time with her while I was in Texas. After she picked me up at the airport and took me to see her house, Jen and her husband, Adam, took me to an area of Houston called The Woodlands. We ate some amazing pizza at a place called Grimaldi’s and then walked around the shops.
On Friday, I had something for breakfast that I’d never heard of before. It’s called a kolache. Have you heard of it? It’s basically a really soft roll filled with breakfast food like eggs and sausage. Jen thinks they also put crack in there since she can’t go two mornings without having one.
After breakfast, we hit the mall. To shop for clothes? Nope. To play in the pet store with these guys!
I also attempted to run in the Texas heat on Friday. I have a huge appreciation for runners in Texas now. Between the muggy air and the amount of snakes on the road, I barely got three miles in before I hightailed it back home.
The rest of the day on Friday, we just hung around catching up. Did I mention that Jen is pregnant with her first baby?
We’d always planned on being pregnant together, but I’m a little bit of an overachiever and got started ten years early. :)
Anyway, the good thing about Jen being pregnant is that she was hungry all the time. This meant we got to eat lots of terribly unhealthy foods on Saturday morning for breakfast.
Those are homemade donut holes, you guys! The same ones Jen’s dad used to make for us in elementary school, back when our metabolisms were high and we never crashed from all the sugar.
Jennifer’s pug, Dale, had a few too many donut holes for breakfast, too, and fell asleep watching TV on the couch, remote in hand and everything.
After breakfast, Jessi, my best friend from when I lived in Singapore, came to pick me up. It was a little crazy seeing my best friend from Tennessee and my best friend from Singapore meet each other – kind of like two separate parts of my life colliding. There are, unfortunately, no pictures of this cosmic alignment.
Jessi lives in a trendy neighborhood close to downtown Houston, just like the ones you see on episodes of House Hunters. After she showed me her place, we went to get her car washed. (I am CRAZY on vacation, right?)
But seriously, this was like no car wash I’d ever seen. There was a DJ, a patio bar, and a hair salon in the car wash. It was really crowded, though, so we went antique shopping while her car was getting a bath. And that’s where I found this little treasure.
A stuffed raccoon pushing a bullfrog on a motorcycle. God blessed Texas, indeed. I was so sad to discover there was no room in my carry-on to bring this monstrosity home.
It was a beautiful day, so we spent the rest of Saturday outside on the patio catching up. Around dinner time, we met up with a bunch of Jessi and her husband’s friends and ate at a place called El Tiempo.
Then they showed me a bit of the Houston night life by taking me to The Velvet Melvin. I can’t figure out if I’m supposed to think of something dirty when I hear that or picture a man named Melvin in a velvet coat. It’s a toss up.
On Sunday, we spent the day hanging around her house and watching syndicated television. (Old episodes of Friends are the best!) Then, that afternoon, Jessi and Lula took me back to the airport.
In the space made free in my luggage by not bringing home the taxidermy raccoon, I tried to sneak in Lula, but Jessi wasn’t having it. Lula either. She’s a bit of a diva.
I need more trips in my life. And old friends. No one knows you better than someone who knew you when you were young. I miss these girls like crazy, but it’s nice knowing we are only an airplane ride away!