This past weekend I met up with my bestie (who says that?) from high school, whom I affectionately still call "Newhouse." Even though she's really Jessica John now...and has been for years...but listen people, some habits die hard.
We met at Dallas and spent the weekend shopping, eating, chatting, and watching movies. It was so much fun to catch up with her. And to experience the Galleria mall in Dallas. It was a beautiful site to behold.
Jessica Squared (I think Mrs. Wallace gave us that nickname in 11th grade)
Ice skating rink in the mall. Did I skate you ask? Of course not. I am the least coordinated person on the planet.
4 floors of majestic beauty. Bounteous shops full of sale items and not so sale items (this is the Galleria mall after all, there was a Tiffanies and a Gucci).
We chowed on Potbelly sandwiches while watching the skaters. There was one dad that was super intense with his daughter, "you are never going to learn if you slack like that" type of stuff. I hope she wins the gold medal one day and doesn't let him hold it.
4 HOURS later. Feet...hurt...purchases...make my...feet hurt less. This was taken only moments after finding the car. Turns out remembering B1 was not enough, we needed to remember what color garage we were in. Red, Green, Pink, Cyan, Blue, Orange, Chocolate Brown, Tan, Light Brown, Dark Brown, Purple, Lavender, Mauve... we were purple.