
First, all credit goes to Reagan who thought all this up.
I flew out on Wednesday May 4th. This ticket will forever be engraved into my head b/c it was 89 dollars to fly one way to Austin on American...with a layover in Dallas. A one way ticket straight to Dallas cost 130. Makes sense, right?
Nope, didn't think so.
Anyway, I did blog on that Wednesday (conveniently left out the part where I was about to get on a plane) and I blogged Thursday (conveniently leaving out that I did so from my sister's couch in Austin rather than our couch in San Clemente, CA.)
My sister had to work Thursday so I laid around her tree house apartment crocheting and watching movies feeling a bit like Anne Frank in hiding. We went out to eat that night for Cinco de Mayo and had a super tasty margarita.
Let me throw in there that I'm 26 and I rarely drink. Super rare....like in the past 4 years I've maybe had 4 drinks. That is until I had a craving for Mexican food and margaritas way back when I posted about it. Since then I've had many margaritas, I've found a new love of them. It's stupid it took me this long to figure out that Mexican food and margaritas were made to be together, not uniting them at a meal is an offense to them both.
Back on track....we drove to C-Town Friday morning. Silly how you can miss the nothingness of Texas when I live around mountains and beaches.
When we pulled up in the driveway, Reagan went in to get mom and show her the rental car she had gotten. When mom came out she stood on the porch for what seemed like 5 minutes looking right at me sitting in the car. I waved to see if she could even see me, I thought maybe the glare or tint on the car was blocking the view.
Once she realized it was me her mouth fell open and she started crying...which made me cry...and Reagan cry. It was a joyful mess.
After visiting with mom for a while we went and met dad in Burleson for a late lunch at Olive Garden. It wasn't a crying mess but he looked pretty confused for a second before he put it all together.
Surprise accomplished.
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