It was also our nineteenth wedding anniversary, so my husband and I decided to spend a little time relaxing together while we were away. We hit the big highlights of the city.
First up, a romantic little meal at a small, dimly lit restaurant. Very small... and very dimly lit... except for the glow of wrestlemania on the smallish tv screen. We were expecting a Oompah band, but sauerkraut and wrestling was fine. What could be more romantic?
As if this weren't treat enough, we managed to see the actual spot where Logan made his infamous run, at the city's Water Gardens. Are you not completely jealous?
When I first saw Logan's Run as a girl, I remember it being the first time I ever experienced thinking something was incredibly cheesy, without knowing that word yet. It was made way before Michael York's Knots Landing days and it was just too much with the Love Shop and carousel cloak and leotard outfits. (Keep in mind it was the edited for tv version.) But it was still kind of cool. So we went and we watched the movie together, again; and yes, we are nerds.
Somewhere in the middle of all of this excitement, there was some strolling downtown, a meal at Reata (that is a real meal),
a little hike because I'm trail starved,
and a fantastic breakfast at Lucille's Stateside Bistro.
Two perks of a long car trip are forced knitting time and lots of time to talk. Like I said- wild and crazy.