Well, due to bad weather and flight cancellations, Brent and I did not make it to NYC for my birthday weekend. By an amazing act from a higher power, we were refunded for both my non-refundable plane ticket and our seemingly non-refundable Broadway tickets to go see Wicked.
While I was initially disappointed, I think it all worked out for the best given the yucky weather in New York and my Texas girl inability to really deal with 20 degree weather.
All that being said.. the picture below shows how my weekend started and how Brent more than salvaged the weekend!
While I was initially disappointed, I think it all worked out for the best given the yucky weather in New York and my Texas girl inability to really deal with 20 degree weather.
All that being said.. the picture below shows how my weekend started and how Brent more than salvaged the weekend!
So this is how the weekend was looking.. I'm on the phone with JetBlue trying to cancel our flights and Brent is working his end canceling the Broadway tickets. Me, being the planner I am, already began doling out our weekend. Get up early Saturday, do some real estate touring with a potential buyer, and dinner and movie at our house with some friends, then housework on Sunday. Thankfully, I didn't send out an invitation!
After the flights and tickets were settled (I'm still at work mind you) Brent and I finally connected on the phone. He said, "Well, our bags are packed so we just need to go home and repack a little and head out. Don't ask any questions." Well how do you argue with that?
I'm not so good at surprises whether that's keeping them a secret (I almost always unintentionally and out of excitement spill the beans) or being kept from a secret. I want to know. It's just like at Christmas if there's presents under the tree.. I'll beg and beg and beg you to death until I can open them, even if it's a week early. I just can't stand it!
So, the last few hours of work creep by and I just can't stand the suspense. I feel like I'm getting ready for a blind date or something. Really, it was fabulous but still I wanted to know! So when Brent picks me up from work he's tight lipped. I can tell he's ready for the barrage of questions I'm about to vomit upon him. All he tells me is that I need to pack a swimsuit, clothes for working out, that my arm will be sore and that we have appointments.. the first one beginning at 8pm Friday night. Appointments? What? My mind is racing and obviously go to random places. Now I shall reveal my true ridiculous self.
With the said clues here's what I came up with: I'm getting some random cosmetic surgery that I've always wanted!
Sore arm: from the IV
Appointments: clearly you only have appointments with doctors
Swimsuit: for the water chamber where they perform a true fat test (why they are going to do this before surgery, who knows)
Workout clothes: clearly for something comfortable to wear after the surgery, duh!
Okay, insecurities revealed but alas, it IS funny. I'm so crazy sometimes.
So we go home and hurriedly repack our bags and head out, gotta make that 8:00 appointment.
The truth revealed:
Brent took me to the Hyatt Lost Pines Resort in Bastrop and it was wonderful!
Workout clothes: for bike riding and tennis
Sore arm: from tennis
Swimsuit: for swimming... crazy, I know
Appointments: dinner, tennis court, and a 2 hour spa appointment on the final day.
He did a great job planning such a great trip on such short notice. You can see pictures and more details by clicking here.
Brent, thank you. It was a great birthday and so much fun!
After the flights and tickets were settled (I'm still at work mind you) Brent and I finally connected on the phone. He said, "Well, our bags are packed so we just need to go home and repack a little and head out. Don't ask any questions." Well how do you argue with that?
I'm not so good at surprises whether that's keeping them a secret (I almost always unintentionally and out of excitement spill the beans) or being kept from a secret. I want to know. It's just like at Christmas if there's presents under the tree.. I'll beg and beg and beg you to death until I can open them, even if it's a week early. I just can't stand it!
So, the last few hours of work creep by and I just can't stand the suspense. I feel like I'm getting ready for a blind date or something. Really, it was fabulous but still I wanted to know! So when Brent picks me up from work he's tight lipped. I can tell he's ready for the barrage of questions I'm about to vomit upon him. All he tells me is that I need to pack a swimsuit, clothes for working out, that my arm will be sore and that we have appointments.. the first one beginning at 8pm Friday night. Appointments? What? My mind is racing and obviously go to random places. Now I shall reveal my true ridiculous self.
With the said clues here's what I came up with: I'm getting some random cosmetic surgery that I've always wanted!
Sore arm: from the IV
Appointments: clearly you only have appointments with doctors
Swimsuit: for the water chamber where they perform a true fat test (why they are going to do this before surgery, who knows)
Workout clothes: clearly for something comfortable to wear after the surgery, duh!
Okay, insecurities revealed but alas, it IS funny. I'm so crazy sometimes.
So we go home and hurriedly repack our bags and head out, gotta make that 8:00 appointment.
The truth revealed:
Brent took me to the Hyatt Lost Pines Resort in Bastrop and it was wonderful!
Workout clothes: for bike riding and tennis
Sore arm: from tennis
Swimsuit: for swimming... crazy, I know
Appointments: dinner, tennis court, and a 2 hour spa appointment on the final day.
He did a great job planning such a great trip on such short notice. You can see pictures and more details by clicking here.
Brent, thank you. It was a great birthday and so much fun!