Day 1, minus a few hours

Lisa picked me up around 1:00. We made our way to Cris's house, where Erin would meet us.

The drive up was easy, and even a little comical when Erin and Cris started following the wrong truck--into someone's driveway!! We caught up again in West at the, you guessed it, the Kolache Factory. Oh, sweet kolaches, how I do love thee!

We made it to our hotel and immediately saw people we knew were in The Walk. Groups of ladies cackling in the lobby, pink hats, posters and wigs all over the place... Signs of where to meet, what time to be in what places. We took over that hotel!

We met up with Karla and her friends and family and all ventured over to Fuddruckers. Forgot how good (and greasy) that place is!

I slept horrible that night. The paranoia of over-sleeping, the heat of the room, the no circulation, the thoughts, the concerns, the joys, the excitements.... did I eat too much tonight? What if I don't get enough sleep tonight and I'm too tired tomorrow? What if I accidentally kick Cris while we sleep? Oh my gosh, what time is it?! Why am I still awake?

PS

More pictures.

Enjoy.

Thanks to Ryan for snapping the shots!

One of my favorites...

I know you're anxious to read more...

... but when I come home from school, I'm tired. And especially today...I went for my fancy pedicure. Even drank a glass of wine while there. So nice. So tonight especially I'm pretty darn sleepy.

I blame the massage portion of the delicious pedicure. Sugar scrub, mint mud wrap, fancy lotion (more like thick cream). My feet were and are happy.

So, patience, my readers. The weekend is on the horizon.
sort of.

Reverse Culture Shock

I'm having a hard time getting back to reality. Since Thursday, I've been finding myself saying, "last week at this time..." That's sort of died off by now (Sunday), but I do find myself thinking of last weekend a lot.

I want to tell everyone I see. I want everyone to continue to ask me about it. I want people to wonder why I still tear up when I tell my favorite parts of the weekend.

I look at pictures a lot. I think of the feelings. I remember the pain, the joy. I play with the flappy skin on my rubbed-off blisters. I push on the hardened callouses on the balls of my feet. I think about what my pedicurist will think when I finally get to meet him or her.

It's still there. All of it is still with me. Sometimes I wonder how I can't do it again.

So glad to have Dad there

Woo-hoo!