The last morning started out as most mornings of my life have started. *Mom texts at 7:30am asking if we’re awake* *We don’t respond because we’re NOT awake* *Mom bangs … Continue reading Las Vegas: Day 6 | My Future Husband and Airports
Ryan shot archery in the morning and placed #49 in the country. As any good Texan does, we celebrated by eating Mexican food. The restaurant’s guacamole was less than satisfactory, … Continue reading Las Vegas: Day 3 | Impersonating an Archer and Becoming Smugglers
I was dropped off at the airport. Alone. But not anxious. At first. Let’s be clear, it’s not being dropped off, saying goodbye, or dragging your luggage around that makes … Continue reading Las Vegas: Day 1 | Airports And A Smelly Man.