I am holed up in a hotel room in San Antonio right now. This trip isn’t going to plan, but sometimes it’s better that way. I am so exhausted I don’t know if I can work up the energy to get ready to go out and explore. I am determined to have fun even though I miss my kid, my cowboy, and my house. Daytime TV will drive a person to drink though, so I think I must go in search of other entertainment soon.
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
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I am sorry to hear it isn’t going as planned. That sucks.
But still having a good time! Time walking along the river & watching people & eating good food & having adult beverages…what could be better??
I love it there. Last I was there I went to the clubs and made friends with the bar ladies. They held my shoes while I used purse shoes.