The first item of business was devouring some TexMex at Alamo Cafe. There's nothing like tortillas, queso, and flan on a Friday afternoon (or any afternoon for that matter). Mmmmmm. Next up was a nice hot cup of Mom's delicious coffee then shopping for Chelsea-Handler-appropriate threads for our comedy tour date night. We made it to the "Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang" event in classic Andrea & Roz timing... as the show started. (What can I say? We like to make an entrance.) We skipped our seats and headed straight to the bar. Because seriously- how can you go to a Chelsea Handler show and not get a Belvedere drink? An even better question- how in the world is it possible that the bar ran out of Belvedere within the first half hour of a Chelsea Handler show? Dis. A. Pointing. But as they say, the show must go on, so we gladly accepted our house vodka gosh darnit and were as merry as could be. The stand-up was great, Chelsea was ridiculously funny, and it was awesome to hang out with my sister!Then. We got a wild idea. In all of our years, Andrea and I have never, not once, been "out" by ourselves. Just us. No friends, boys, parents, or chaperones. It was so ON. We were going OUT. It was time to let our hair down, throw caution to the wind, and make it a ladies night!
Abfab idea... until we came to the realization that neither of us have resided in SA for since the early 2000s. The only place we knew to go served sushi (winner!) but closed in thirty minutes. Being the adventurers we are, we decided to go for it. We ordered a few rolls, a beer (me) and a glass of red wine (her) but were soon rushed out the doors. We didn't have to go home, but we couldn't stay there. I will leave the rest of the night to your imagination but will say that it definitely did NOT include any of the following:
- Finishing our sushi in the car (way too cool for that- obvi)
- Googling every bar in SA and analyzing them based on the likelihood of us being abducted or stalked (looking for adventure- no creepers allowed)
- Making it home before midnight (12:07 technically counts as "past midnight")
Needless to say, I woke up hangover-free and wedding-ready on Saturday. I put on my dress and was headed out the door when GASP! Somehow I had gotten mascara all over my GRAY dress. Cool as a cucumber I was not. A few blood throttling screams and my EBS (Emergency Beauty Squad) came to the rescue! Mom with her Shout wipes, Andrea with baby wipes, and me standing there shrieking. A few wipes later and my dress was mascara-free but had a giant wet spot right in the center. Awesome. I didn't have time to wait for drying so I ran out the door assuming the issue was resolved. Eh... not so much. Luckily I was able to keep the head-on pics at a minimum- it was all about the profile baby. Stain aside, the wedding was beautiful and the reception at Sazo's in Rivercenter Marriott was amazing.
As with all great weekends, this one ended with some good old-fashioned R&R. We shopped with my mom, met up with the newly married bride and groom for some grub at La Cantera, and dined with our close family friends The Murguias at their new casa. We even snuck in an early birthday cheesecake for Nick! There is really nothing better than going home and no matter how long I live in Florida, I will always be a Texas girl at heart.
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