The Littlest Lessard is over, done, kaput!
I've paid my debt for getting badly beaten as Marc and Michele arrived in Dallas at about 4:30pm CST on Friday. Cassie and I were there to meet them and off we were. As a sidebar, it was Marc's third flight...THIRD FLIGHT IN HIS LIFE. His only other flying was a round trip to California on vacation when he was seventeen. That's over twenty five years ago!!! Needless to say, Michele had finger marks in her arm where he was squeezing too hard.
Upon collecting their bags, we returned home to pick up Dylan and Marissa who elected to spend the evening with their aunt and uncle that talk funny. After a quick tour of the house, we had a nice meal at Dickey's Barbeque Pit. We were then off to the Mesquite Championship Rodeo to see the relatives of all the meat we had just eaten. The rodeo was actually not very good that evening, but we had front row seats and had dirt in our pockets. We had a great time, even when Marc came out of the gift shop with a ginormous set of longhorns for me (my mistake for mentioning to him that I had always wanted a set).
We returned home and visited and played Bananagrams for several hours.
Saturday was a bit more sedate. After eating the many crepes that Michele made (hadn't had crepes in a VERY LONG time). We shopped and we shopped. We went to Bass Pro, Boot Town, Chick-Fil-A, Half Price Books, and Macy's. After a little wait, we were off to Pappasito's. Everyone got the DelMar, although Marc ruined his by getting some weird shrimp variant. The meal was OUTSTANDING. I think Marc and Michele enjoyed it as it lived up to its hype.
After dinner, another run to a bookstore, and Cold Stone Creamery we were done. I was literally done. Hadn't slept much all weekend, and I was ready for bed. So, after opening some birthday presents, watching Cassie's video and looing at pictures we went to bed.
We all flew out together. Marc and Michele to NY and me to DC.