OMG, Where Have I Been?!?

I bet you thought I was lost from the blogosphere forever, huh? Nope, just ... moving. (It's a lot harder than it seems when you first think, "Ooh, it'd be fun to move.")

Here's Part One (aka Getting Out of Houston):

My parents flew down to help me (thank goodness) on Friday, October 16th. They got in at 7:50am which meant I had to leave my apartment by 7:00am. Which meant I needed to be up by 6:30am. Which was bad considering I couldn't get to sleep until after 3:00am. Blech.

Anyway, so after picking them up we stopped for breakfast at IHOP before heading back to my apartment to finish packing. (Because, well, I'd been a slacker and very little of my stuff was packed.) We picked up the truck at noon, spent a little more time packing, and then headed downtown to have drinks with Danny, my dad's former student and carpenter at the Alley Theatre. Then we had dinner at the fabulous Greek restaurant, Yia Yia Mary's. (Which you might notice sounds a lot like Phoebe's grandmother, Yia Yia Minta. Yeah, I kinda stole that.)

Saturday was mostly devoted to packing and stressing about packing and loading the truck. (Full disclosure: We hired guys to load the truck. My apartment was on the third floor and there was no way we were trekking my furniture down all those stairs.)

Dinner that night was at "Rice and Beans" (officially named El Vaquero) which is a terrific hole-in-the-wall TexMex joint with fabulous nachos. I spent many wonderful and crazy evenings there with my friends and their families, so it was only fitting for one of my last dinners in town.

The car drama started when we left El Vaquero.

Tune in tomorrow to find out about the car drama and whether I actually made it out of Houston. (Hint: Obviously, I did.)

Hugs,
TLC