The Big City of Alice

It has been a while and I begin this blog with an apology for that. House hunting and work has had me drained for the additional effort that it takes to keep this updated properly.

Now, on to the big city (that is sarcasm because Alice is the size of Boerne).



I went to visit my dad before he left for Africa and we went to my old stomping ground, Fiesta Marina on the shores of Lake Mathis. I think that the reservoir has been steadily losing water since my partying days of the 90s. They used to have dances out there with live bands and back in my kicker days we would go and meet all of our friends from nearby cities of Orange Grove, Agua Dulce, and of course, Mathis. We would have the some of my most memorable high school parties here.

It was quite cool outside, especially because dad and I were riding on his Harley. They have seat warmers, and dad's body covered a lot of the wind, but I still felt chill. It was really nice because we went down some of the nearly deserted back country roads in that area of Texas and they are really peaceful this time of year. This is me being a Harley chick.

That night we hung out with some of my dad's biker friends. They are cool and down to earth people. I even got to see my dearest, oldest childhood friends, Matt and Britni. These two are the children of my dad's best friend, Mark. Seriously, I thought I was going to marry that boy. But luckly he had no romantic interests in me and I am thankful that his mom is not my mother-in-law and that I am not living in a trailer somewhere (not that he is like that, he has a very successful business.) But I think part of why we are both so successful is that we didn't get stuck in that small ass hick town.

The next day, dad bar-b-qued for us and we sat outside in the afternoon sun and talked about nothing much in particular. It was a great relaxing get away and I enjoyed spending the time with my dad.