Whirlwind Weekend

Friday started with me rushing out the door to make a 9:00 meeting.  I was running behind because I spent too much pondering the perfect outfit for an early-evening "business casual" event at a national convention in San Antonio.

Usually I interpret business casual as a cardigan and dress pants, but that just didn't seem quite right this time. And I had to fly to this event, so I needed something that could also stand up to marching through the airport, disrobing for security, and the general disheveldness that comes with a day of work and travel.

So I took a while figuring it all out, but I think I came up with just the right ensemble.

And then, on my way out the door, I noticed a hole in the seam of my skirt.  No time to change and it was mostly covered by my top, so I just grabbed a safety pin and kept on moving.

Made it to my meeting with 5 minutes to spare.  I spent the rest of my morning tying up loose ends before the weekend and sewing up my skirt in the ladies room (tiny sewing kit = best conference swag ever).

Left the office at noon to head to the airport.  Had to go through the body scanner.  Not happy.

One of my bosses was on the same flight, so we took a cab from to the event venue.  But the cab driver dropped us off at the wrong location and disappeared.  He left us at a martini bar and we were going to a wine bar.  Fortunately, the martini bartender was kind enough to give me directions and we were only a couple of blocks away.

The event went really well and I was happy with my choice of outfits.

Four of us (three partners and me) were on the same late flight home, which kept getting delayed, leaving us with a few hours to kill after the event. And so P1 says, "Let's go see the Alamo." And the rest of us say, "what?" And P1 says, "we have to go see the Alamo.  It's only a few blocks from here and it's Texas Independence Day."

And so we take off in the direction we think the Alamo might be.  In the dark.  And I am in 3" heels.

We wander a bit and do not find the Alamo. We ask for directions and find that we have somehow circled around the Alamo. We eventually do find the Alamo, take a few pics, and then say, "ok we've seen the Alamo, now what?"

P1 says, "now we have to see the River Walk."  Really?  My feet are freaking killing me.

Fortunately the River Walk is really close to the Alamo.  And so we were able to hit all of the touristy San Antonio hot spots in under an hour. We walk a bit more (now my calves are cramping), the guys start to take pity on me, and we eventually find a bar to chill out in until our much-delayed flight.

On the way home we see fireworks from the plane.  Very cool.

I get home very late and I am very tired.

But I have to get up at 6:00 this morning because I volunteered to work the twins' school carnival/5k. And I volunteered to pick up 3 of PS's friends who are volunteering to work the carnival. And so by 7:00 I am driving all over town picking up overly chipper teenagers. I take then to the school, cheer DH in the race,run up the bids on the silent auction, and help out with the carnival until the very end at 1:00, and then return all of the now-obnoxious teenagers back home.

Go to lunch with the family and then to the sporting goods store to buy cleats before soccer starts next week.  Because my girls have giant adult--sized feet I had to pay much more for shoes than I wanted to, and $170 later they are ready for soccer.

Whew!  Not much else on the agenda except for a trip to Costco tomorrow (which is literally 2 minutes from my house--I've timed it!), but I think I've already crammed a couple of weekends in here.