I survived a family Thanksgiving, so the day after could only mean one thing: Black Friday shopping.
Doesn’t that sound so ominous? I’d swear it’s not, but I guess it really depends on whom you ask…
Poor guy. I don’t even know him and I feel sorry for him. At least he didn’t get trampled. Plus, I think it made Dan feel better that he wasn’t that bad off…
But, shopping does have a tendency to build up an appetite, and there was one very specific place I wanted to go: Chuy’s for some Tex Mex.
Even though it was past 2 o’clock, there was still a 20 minute wait for a table. Always a good sign…
I wasn’t even upset about the wait, because it gave us the chance to get some hot ‘n’ fresh tortillas!
But, I was definitely ready for a real meal by the time I sat down. I still knew that I didn’t want anything too heavy, so I was happy to find a salad/side combo.
Then, Dan, my mom and I split off from my sister and cousins to go on little walk, which took us to Highland Park in the middle of Dallas.
The rest of the evening was spent with family. Loved every minute of it, which only made it more difficult to say “goodbye” and drive back to Kansas the next day.
Oh well, all good things must come to an end.
Question: Did you travel for Thanksgiving?