After a great night in a super cozy(non-air mattress/tent) room, we packed up all of our belongings and headed down to checkout. Since our stomachs hadn't seen an ounce of nutrition in a day or so, our options were a)drive less than a mile up the street to IHOP or b) pay for the overpriced somewhat "homemade" breakfast at the hotel. Since we could have IHOP any 'ole day of the week, we took a seat in the lobby. (The scrambled eggs, potatoes, bacon, and wheat toast with strawberry preserves made my tummy happy.)
We waited forever and a day for our check, paid and hopped in the car to make our way back into Austin, TX to pick out our wood floors. I punched the address into the GPS...12345...(This sounds a little fishy.)
Numerous twists-and-turns through the highway system directed us towards a side-street.
Convict Rd.? Really, Sweetheart?
"Turn right in 800yds."
Okay, Jane. You better not let us down. Here we are in the middle of NOWHERE driving on a backroad. I called my parents to give them the address and let them know where we were at. At last, we spotted the location. (A nearby truck had the address posted on the side of it, so we knew we were in the right spot.) We dialed the given phone number.
"This is Ben."
We were informed that the owner of the company was on his way and were told to "go ahead" since his business partner was already there. So, we ventured into the building to find the flooring we had been looking for! Yay!
Handscraped, locally manufactured, gorgeously stained to look just how we wanted it. Once Ben arrived, we got to look around the warehouse and see everything "behind the scenes". We couldn't have been more anxious. However, we were waiting for a lovely check from the IRS to be sent back in the form of a tax refund in order to cover the large investment we were deciding on. Although Ben offerred to let us take the wood now since we made the trip down there, we felt that it would be more comfortable for him if we waited until the funds were available. Therefore, we narrowed the colors down to two different stains and went on our way.
...but wait!
As we were leaving we noticed a beautiful, baby blue Maserati in the previously vacant parking place. So, we had to ask about the owner. Sure enough, Mr. Ben himself was the proud driver of the gorgeous car in front of us.
Once back inside the vehicle, we chit-chatted about the stain choices and started to get more and more anxious. Knowing that the industry legitimately existed set our nerves to ease, and we went back-and-forth between ideas trying to make up our minds.
Since our families had informed us that they were experiencing a snowstorm back home, we make the informed decision to start driving as far north as we could without hitting the state's border. This meant, Dallas.
Trusting Jane, we took her turn-by-turn directions to find our favorite steakhouse, Chamberlains. We had the opportunity of eating there a few months back to celebrate the big 2-5 for Mr. Wonderful and couldn't get it out of our stomach-minds.
"Arrive at final destination on the left."
Excuse me, Jane. That is a lake...NOT a steakhouse.
I was forced to call the restaurant for the address and location. Unfortunately, that didn't help us any with the GPS. Thus, we headed back to the highway to try to find the nearby mall we had visited back in September.
Finally, we arrived for dinner. Let me tell you, this is the one place you can get me to shut my little lips up. The food is incredible, and the only thing you can say is, "Yummm."
Then, it hit. Immediately, Mr. Iapparentlycannoteatsteak's stomach started fighting back. Over the past year or so, we have noticed a certain "sickness" that occurs everytime boyfriend eats steak. Sad day.
We stopped at the local Walgreen's for some Pepto goodness before finding the closest hotel available to get him tucked in for the evening. And yes, it was snowing outside. Fortunately, the same hotel we stayed at before was right across the street with plenty of availability. I ran into the front lobby, checked us in, picked up what little luggage he let me carry in, and slipped onto the elevator...floor 10.
After an hour or so of resting his belly, we went downstairs to enjoy the warmth of the spa for a little while until it closed. I'm telling you, I think I'm a misplaced fish sometimes. I mean, I love going to the lake, swimming, doing anything with water, AND I can make a pretty killer "fishy face"...just look at the pictures from my sister's birthday! Too bad the water was BOILING and I had gotten sunburnt the day before...it hurt! I was ready to get out before he was, and that's saying something.
So, off to bed we went. I couldn't even remember saying goodnight because as soon as my head hit the pillow...
...zzzzzzzzZzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzZZZZZZ
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