Hole in Ones & Hole in the Walls

Wine me, dine me, take me to sporting events, and it might make up for the securities projects.

Last week was a really fun week at work, and the exhaustion has continued to cast its shadow on my weekend. Thursday, we got to leave work early to go to Lone Star Park for the horse races. It was, hands down, in the top ten most fun things I've ever done. (The only thing that would have made it better would have been fine shamponya and finer friends.) We had a penthouse suite with an open bar, catering, and private balcony view of the track. (They even had the Pistons game on.) After winning all of NOTHING (but losing nothing too, as the firm gave us gambling money) for the first six races, I adopted the "pick the horse whose name I like" super sophisticated betting strategery and won over $120. And, as I anticipated, the sure bet of vodka and soda came through like a champion with little hang over the next day. Actually, I haven't really had much to drink at firm events because everything in Dallas is so spread out. I get lost two times a day sober, and semi-paying attention. The last thing I need is to try to navigate my way down I-75 at 2 a.m. completely inebriated. Even after the Lone Star event, I followed everyone to this great pub called Black Friars and nursed my one Paulaner for an hour so I could socialize.

I didn't want to be hung over for Friday. We worked half a day, and then drove out near TCU for the PGA Crown Plaza Invitational. The good thing about sports is that no matter how boring they are on TV, they are usually vastly improved when served (1) live and (2) with margaritas. Some of the associates didn't care about golf at all, so there ended up being one associate other than me and about four attorneys that cycled from the 12, 13, and 14th holes (then the margarita stand) for most of the day. I got a pretty good tan but, more exciting, is that I got to see Dustin Johnson hit the day's only hole-in-one up close and personal. It was the end of the day, so only a few people were left around. He gave me a high-five! I felt very included.

Afterwards, we drove to Ft. Worth to go to Joe T. Garcias. This "legendary" mexican place. When we pulled up, we saw this sign (rt) and I assumed it was one of those great, well-known hole in the wall type places like Juan's Flying Burrito or Clover Grill. I was wrong. The neon sign was very misleading, as the inside was a gorgeous villa like you'd expect to find only in the wealthiest private beaches in Baja. There were flowers, gardens, fountains: you've really got to see the website: http://www.joets.com/ It was a beautiful place, with fantastic guacamole to boot.

It feels like EVERYTHING I do here, I just wish I could bring all my friends along and do over.

Afterwards, several of us rode back in the Tahoe and a trip to the 7-11 for 32 oz roadies with a paper bag with "PB" written on it in magic marker was a must. I went to the mall for a while, but I was so sweaty and disgusting I felt like I was shaming all the shoes at Neiman's. I had to excuse myself.

Ashley flew in yesterday and we looked at wedding dresses for five hours. It was actually really fun. My stamina for wedding related activities is really surprising. It just solidifies my belief that I will be the career bridesmaid. I think I am going to make bride & bridesmaid survival kits for everyone in the upcoming events. And all the non-engaged girls are going to get a special survival tool: a mini of jack.

And two for me. I'm the one making the damn things.