I am very eager to go home and see the critters again. Oh, yeah. And the people, too!
Yesterday, Jen and I were living high on the hog. We had a driver to take us from mall to mall, so we revisited Northpark, then went on to the Galleria. I spent a fortune at Sephora, as we don’t have one in Spokane, but otherwise, I was pretty good. I have this thing about Sephora–I guess hope springs eternal! I used to need mascara and lip gloss to look semi-beautiful–now I need a case full of stuff just to be presentable! We hit a grocery store, too, and a DSW. I tried on a lot of shoes at the latter, but in the end, I didn’t like the way they felt, so I didn’t buy. As for the groceries–well, the W Hotel has the best, most cheerful service of any hotel I’ve ever stayed in, and that’s saying something, but the food is stuff like deep-fried risotto balls. Now, I’ve got nothing against risotto–having spent a lot of time in northern Italy, I never met a risotto I didn’t love. That’s the point. Risotto is delicious in its natural state. No need to roll it into balls and boil it in grease.
I didn’t find those rhinestone studded boots, but, hey, there’s always next time.
Dallas is a great city–one of my favorites. But the place outside Spokane sounds pretty good. My own bed. My own bathtub. Certainly no deep-fried risotto (or any other kind), but I’ll get a welcome home party from Sadie and Bernice for sure. Can’t wait to snuggle with my pets–horses included.