We just got back from an unforgettable Texan holiday and I can’t believe I’m saying this but we seriously considered moving there.
Hear me out.
The Girl has some family in Texas – her grandma, two uncles and an aunt and their spouses. Her grandma had suffered from a heart attack a few months ago and we decided that it was time for me to meet her before it was too late. So we booked our tickets and headed to Dallas via Austin.
Although I was looking forward to meeting her family, I was really not looking forward to being in Dallas.
When we landed in Austin we went to pick up our car and were offered an upgrade to a bright yellow Camaro!
We drove to Dallas with big grins all the way there, stopping just once to get some tacos.
When we finally arrived in Dallas 5 hours later, we were greeted with hugs and a German Chocolate cake that Grandma had made for us.
Grandma is adorable and it was like being with a character from a movie. She has a delightful Southern accent and is funny and affectionate. She is the epitome of the stereotypical grandmother!
My childhood best friend flew down with her husband and brand new baby so we could finally meet each other after nearly 7 years and I could finally meet my God-daughter who has such a wonderfully sweet temperament.
A few days later TGs Uncle accompanied us to the Louisiana and Texas border where we took a cruise down the bayou. Words and pictures can’t do it justice. It is simply stunning.
Then I mentioned that I wanted to try shooting a gun and could we go to a shooting range? A couple of days later we tried out about 6 different guns. Turns out that in a zombie apocalypse you want me by your side. I am a great shot. I have to say I’m really glad I live in a country with stringent gun control laws but I really enjoyed shooting beer cans.
I also got to ride on a Harley and buy these Amazeballs cowboy boots.
It was such a typical Texan experience – the kind I would ordinarily be quite judgemental about. I mean literally it was all about the fried food, fast cars, big houses and guns. I was embarrassed at how much joy I got out of all of it. Maybe I’m just a philistine deep down.
Of course, I then read about 10 Jezebel posts about idiotic things that had happened in Texas that week and quickly came back to reality.
We had thought we’d be really sad to leave Austin and go to Dallas, but it was actually the other way around.
Farewell, Texas. I’ll always cherish the memories.