Last weekend I went to Dallas--the reason was twofold. First, and most importantly, my brother Kyle lives there, and I haven't seen him since Christmas, so I was overdue for a visit. Second, and perhaps the driving reason I made it out there: yes, another Keith Urban concert.
This was a whirlwind trip, to say the least. Got home from the Colorado State Fair after seeing The Band Perry with a bestie, Emily, well after midnight. Was back up and to the airport by 6am--and even managed to squeeze a quick nap in there somewhere. Kyle picked me up at the airport at 11am and had to be to work by 4pm. I would be back to the airport by 9am the next morning...
So, we made the hours count. We drove straight to In-N-Out, which I had trouble believing I'd ever eat outside of California....
The next place you'd go when it's burning up outside: the ice rink. Of course. This is where we ended up--sitting and talking in the cool, but let's be honest, laughing the whole time. Because who can not sit and laugh while watching people ice skate. We would have a had a much more productive conversation had we not been commentating and announcing the play by play of the skaters, but what fun would that be? Let's waste time...
About 3, we had to head to meet up with Kim and Tammy. Kyle was going to drop me off, we'd head to the concert, and he'd go to work. (for those of you wondering, yes, the invitation for him to join us at the concert was extended to him)
Needless to say, Kyle, that wasn't enough time. Your turn to visit me! I miss you dearly...seriously...
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