Where to start? Right when I want to document my life events, my life will not allow it.
I'll start with last night and go backwards from there, if I get that far.
So yesterday was April 20th...which is the anniversary of the day B and I met...in San Antonio face to face...sixteen years ago. To celebrate, we decided to go to dinner at a restaurant we pass all the time when we take our infamous drives on the weekends and sometimes weeknights called El Corazon in South Dallas, Bishop Arts District. Also, since that night in San Antonio consisted of Mexican food and a light pole, we always try to incorporate those two items when possible. So lets back up a bit more to the morning. I had to be to work on time as this was the first day our new General Manager was arriving. Wore my favorite Michael Kors dress and purse with my favorite black patent leather pumps with gold trim to match my dress. I was shockingly on time and the day went better than I could have imagined it to. We had lunch brought in from Jason's Deli and had a Leadership Meeting where I found out I will be going to convention in June. It will be in Scottsdale...and ending on the day the boys graduate. I will be exhausted that following Monday. Once I got home, I straightened up and loved on the doggie, per usual, before picking up N for work - J too, but no work. After dropping N off, got J Whataburger since B and I would be going out. Well 6 o'clock passed and still no B, then 6:15, nothing, no phone call. So me being Geneva, I decided to start early on this party and cheered myself in more ways than one. 😁
So by the time he got home, not sure what time, but LATE, I was feeling pretty good but not with his arrival time. He cushioned the blow with flowers and two bottles of sparkly (Champagne), but I was still being a brat. In the car ride I calmed down a bit and the rest of the ride was like any other. Once we got to the restaurant, I noticed our waiter was the Mexican version of The Weekend. Got our drink order in, a Meltdown Margarita for us both which had a shot of Gran Marnier, but I think it was half and half, and ordered their appetizer for (2). B immediately fell in love with the food, the mini tostadas and taco were so cute, we also got flautas and quesadillas, gaucamole, queso and pico de gallo. If you know me, I rate all Mexican restaurants by their chips and salsa - they passed. We both ordered the Make Your Own Combo, I had a mini chimichanga and a cheese and onion enchilada with that nasty chili con carne Texas seems to put on everything and I forgot to ask for on the side and B got the same thing but he added one more item, I forgot what though. I am totally blaming the alcohol at this point and failed to mention the wine I had while waiting for a certain somebody to get home, Mescato to be exact. So as I was boxing up our food, I just had to tell our waiter he reminded me of The Weekend, which I am sure he took as a compliment, but can't remember his exact response other than B and I had a whole conversation with him and I couldn't tell you what it was about. I digress, don't worry the climax is about to happen. So as we are leaving I needed to take a photo to post to Instagram and when we walked in I knew when I left I wanted a certain shot. Considering the state I was in, I can't believe I got such a great, steady shot. We got in the car and started on our drive back when I started to feel queasy. I let B know and he asked if I could wait until he pulled over - I couldn't. I had to use our 'blanket' (which really is a blanket, just used for different purposes in the Jeep, and no, not that, gutterheads) as my 'bucket' to catch the contents coming out of my mouth. You would've thought I swallowed the devil, I did not stop. He finally pulled over and I was able to finish and I got my light pole view (inside joke). But once we started driving again back on the highway, I started again, so back to the blanket. I could feel the contents started to leak into my lap (sososo gross!) and told B I was going to throw it out the window. I don't really rememeber doing that, but according to him, not only did I litter a huge, disgusting detritus, but I did it in front of a cop. What seemed like five seconds later we were home and I was guided to my front door by my wonderful husby who then helped me into the shower and the rest is a complete blur. Surprisingly, I woke up feeling great, naked with wet hair, but great. What a night to remember! Or not.
Ending on a more magical, colorful topic, B was gracious enough to bring me the new Unicorn Frappuccino from Starbucks that was just released the day before (Wednesday). Later we went to the boys game at Wilmer Hutchins to watch them win and my husband choke on kettle chips. But that is another story in the Life of Geneva.
Less than five minutes from going home and I am already late. Had to bring the black jeep today as we were not sure on the smell, so auto-start it is. It's Friday!!!
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