Memorial Weekend Success

There's something about Memorial Weekends always turning out to be better than expected. At least that's been the trend for the last four years, and this year was no exception.

We knew we were in for a good weekend the moment we arrived in Austin at the Salt Lick for dinner. We thought we stumbled upon a family reunion, at least that was John's assumption the moment we turned the corner after a desolate drive, in what seemed to be, the middle of nowhere. Texans don't mess around when it comes to BBQ, so it was no surprise they had the county sheriff out directing traffic into this place, a live band for entertainment, and some serious white trash going on in that joint.

Yes, I think that sealed the deal for knowing good times were ahead.

Then, it was off to San Antonio for the next three days, where, despite how much we ate, we probably all lost a good 10 lbs of water weight from sweating alone. I thought I'd experienced humidity in my east coast days, but I'd be wrong. I've NOW experienced what true humidity feels like.

And I'm not a fan.

We fit in as much as we could:
the Alamo...

test driving river boats...

checking out Lackland Air Force base, you know, just in case we ever find ourselves back in San Antonio paying back our dues...

being true tourists, hanging out on the River Walk...

and eating good food while we were at it...

then squeezing in a romantic moonlit riverboat tour...

and being seranaded by the mariachi band...

watching the men and their handy dandy skills in changing a flat tire,

and then witnessing them being even more manly, chilling in the middle of the ocean together...

and playing in the sand together...

Dental school has a way of bringing individuals close together, what can I say? One can only assume that all of those days spent in clinic and classes together does that to you.

Not documented: scoring great deals at the outlet mall, playing in massive waves at the beach and sun burns, despite using sunscreen...on me anyway. 

Poor John, I want to accuse him of being a little melodramatic, but when one thinks he can outsmart the sun, and the sun wins, I know it's not just a show he's putting on, when moving merely an inch causes him to groan out of severe pain.

Lesson learned. 
Hopefully this pain will give us a nice golden shimmer in a few days, not skin cancer, then it will all be worth it.

Other lessons learned from this trip:
We need to live in a big city,
I need to live close to great outlet malls,
and a king size bed needs to be in our near future!

And did I mention, San Antonio = awesome!