A little more of a little of this, a little of that...
We have been on the road every weekend for the last seven weekends, plus a mid-week journey to Lawton, OK in September. By my husband's calculations, we tripped the light fantastic some 4650 miles, not counting just plain running around once we got to our destinations. (For example, while in Gulf Shores, we had to make a 22 mile round trip every time we went into town for supplies or dinner.) If you add to that trips to College Station and Lubbock in August, it's another 1000 miles. I have no desire to know how many gallons of irreplaceable fossil fuel we burned, or how much that cost us at an average of $3.50 a pop. Here's our tour schedule:
2012 -- Old Farts Whirled Tour -- 2012
Richard did most of the driving while I fiddled with the a/c (70% of the time), slept or zoned out (remaining 30%). Richard also managed to get pulled over on three separate occasions, and each time got off with a warning. The first time was in Oklahoma for having a burned out light bulb, see picture above, which we keep forgetting to get fixed. The second time was for driving FIVE MILES OVER THE SPEED LIMIT (limit was 70) outside Jacksboro, TX. The third, and hopefully final time, was last night, again for speeding (12 miles over) near Jewett, TX. The cop was sitting on the other side of Highway 79 as we zipped past. Even before the lights began flashing, I knew we were doomed. I'm still amazed he managed to talk himself out of that one.
Thankfully, we aren't going anywhere for the next three weekends, which will be a relief for our poor car. And our cats, who know they are being ditched when they see the suitcases hauled out, or the coolers filled. Besides, getting up at 3:00 AM to hit the road by 5:00 gets old very quickly.
A young Aggie couple we know is getting married the end of November. The invitation arrived in the mail last week and it very clearly says formal attire. I wasn't sure if the bride really meant formal as in tuxes and gowns, or if this was her way of insuring that no one shows up at her wedding wearing anything less than a suit or dress.
We have been appalled at what some people seem to consider appropriate wedding attire. I will never forget seeing a man in shorts and flip-flops. His female companion was better dressed, but only just; she wore cropped pants and Crocs. This was a nice wedding and I almost went over there and said, "Are you poor or are you stupid?" Stupid, I should think. Even poor people can manage a dress and a cheap suit. And it's not just weddings that seem to bring out the worst dressed in people, funerals are another. I've seen folks show up looking like they'd been shopping at Wal-Mart. At the last service I attended, I felt I'd overdone it in my black and grey dress with a black blazer and black heels.
Anyway, at our tailgate yesterday I cornered Brittany, the bride-to-be, to get the lowdown on what she meant by formal attire. I was glad I asked because now I've got to corral Richard into getting fitted for a tux. Fortunately, I have a formal gown. Unfortunately, it's been a few years since I last wore it, and I'm not sure it fits anymore. Since I don't want to spend the money on another one-and-done outfit, especially so close to the holidays, it will be an impetus to lose a few pounds.
Being prone to teasing, something I inherited from my dad, I told Brittany I thought a baby-blue tuxedo with a frilly ruffled shirt and navy cumberbund and bow tie would be awesome. She didn't crack so much as a smile. She either has no sense of humor, or one is not allowed to poke fun when it comes to her wedding. Like the signs that tell you not to joke about guns and bombs while going through airport security.
Speaking of dress, Brent drove in from Lawton last Friday night to go to the Aggie game with us on Saturday. He showed up at the door at 7:30 PM still wearing his camos and boots. Poor guy was so anxious to get out of Oklahoma, he didn't even take the time to change his clothes for the drive home. Still and all it was cool to see him decked out in uniform, and he wears it so well.
Paige turned 20 on Saturday. One more year and she will be truly legal, not that being underage has ever stopped her, or her brothers, from stepping over the line.
Mitch's girlfriend was in town over the weekend, and the two of them spent Friday at the state fair, the same day Big Tex, the iconic giant man who has greeted fair visitors for 60 years, burned to death. Authorities believe the fire was started by an electrical short, but I have my suspicions. You ask me, I think the people who invent all the crazy fair food from fried butter to fried Coke and even fried bubblegum, got together and said, "Hey! Let's fry Big Tex!" "Oops!"
Liar, liar, pants on fire,
Burning man: http://interactives.kxan.com/photomojo/gallery/4757/1/iconic-bix-tex-burns/bix-tex-burns/
Traumatized kiddos: http://www.democraticunderground.com/10021581663
Body bag: http://www.democraticunderground.com/10021581663
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