Whew! The family has been in a whirlwind of activity for the past week. The Big Financial Services Company her husband works for flew Meg and her husband, along with a hundred other people to Texas.
When they landed on Thursday, they and their good friends Dave and Missy set out for Fort Worth, where they dined at this place:
The Lonesome Dove Bistro was a perfect blend of Western decor, hospitality, and food. Meg sampled rattlesnake, rabbit, elk, wild boar ribs and hamachi tostadas. Oh, and a jalapeno margarita! You may call her an adventurous eater. You would be right. It was all delicious, and then the couples headed down the street, taking in some of the cool neon signs:
And then we hit a place called Billy Bob’s:
We checked out the band:
Anyone want to join the drunk girls on a fake steer? YEE-HAW!
We saw the wall of fame that listed all the country stars who performed and recorded there:
We packed a lot in for one afternoon, and basically kicked all the young ones a**ses, who all went snoozy time and ordered room service when they landed.
Friday was a top secret visit to the facility with breakfast, lunch and oohing and aahing over the digs the husbands would work in. In the afternoon we were assigned a person to show us various towns and homes that had such features as a 16 x 20 outdoor kitchen, a stadium seated media room, and a pool and hot tub. Crazy stuff, Meg’s head was spinning.
The next day was free time, and the couples headed back to Ft. Worth. They saw a cattle drive in the Historic Stockyard District, complete with cowboys, and cowgirls, too!
In fact, was was so enamored of the Longhorn, she climbed up on one!
Let the record indicate I merely wanted to stand by the longhorn at first, but was convinced it would be much better sitting up on it, away from the horns.
And so did Dave and Missy:
Meg managed to find time for some eclectic shopping:
She knows she’ll be heading to Rios for furniture if she moves down there. Everything was reclaimed wood, vintage accessories and cool pottery. LOVE!
And then it was on to the art show, and by art show, I mean the best one Meg ever attended. Seriously. Art, sculpture, glass, photography, jewelry. Beautiful and affordable, and there was music, margaritas and tacos.
There was a minor incident with a GPS on the way as believe it or not, we had to go back to Billy’s Bob’s country bar to take a shuttle to the downtown area. As we cruised past Ft. Worth, the ladies on the back seat commented to the men “hey the tall buildings are now to the back of us, as in you are heading AWAY from the city”. Not paying attention, the men cruised for another mile or so, whereupon we asked them, “are you listening to us?” and furthermore, what so you have typed in the GPS?”
Bill-Bob’s Barbecue is on the Las Vegas Trail in somewhere, Texas. Meg can guarantee you it was nowhere near where we really needed to be, nor was it the right name. So lesson learned men, you might think you are in love with that GPS voice, but you should listen to your wives who know the real scoop. Cause the GPS is nothing but a tramp.
All in all the family had fun on their trip, but they still have many life changing decisions to make. Just so you know, either deal we get from the top secret company is good, stay or go.
Lord, what to do?