On Friday I drove a few hours north to to teeny tiny Giddings, Texas to meet Jenifer and her family. Upon arrival, Jenifer and I decided we needed to get the corks popping. Unfortunately, the store I stopped at did not carry Franzia (WTF is that??) so Jenifer and I busted open some gas station Schmitt Sohne and got to work.
We stayed at a newish Best Western that had the most comfortable beds ever. Ever. And they had fans in the rooms which makes that hotel the best one I’ve ever been in.
Well done BW. On Saturday we woke (late, of course) and drove about 30 minutes over to Round Top for a giant antique fair. I had pictured a fair like in a field with venders and stuff. But, this one had booths and tents for miles on both sides of the town. Just a little overwhelming. We went ahead and drove to the center of town and started shopping. It was already 90 degrees.
I don’t know if you can tell by that pose, but miss Jenifer hasn’t left her cheerleading days behind.
Five minutes later we were starving and were in need of fast carbs and booze. So Mexican food it was.
The margaritas helped us cool down since it was about 900 degrees. I am not ready for summer to be here so soon. Not at all. After our date, we met up with the rest of her family to start the hardcore shopping. I have never seen so much stuff in my entire life. We probably made it to about 1% of the vendors. It would be a great place to go if you need furniture or decoration for a house. But since I have a tiny apartment that is already full of shit, I didn’t really buy anything. But, here was so so so much I wanted, like this seesaw built for four:
Perfect for double dates. Jenifer also finally found the hat rack that I’ve been searching for over a year now.
If deer hooves aren’t class country chic, I don’t know what is. We also found Jake and Elwood to pose with.
I hate Illinois Nazis. By this time it was mid-afternoon and we were starting to get shaky from three whole hours without food. Luckily, we happened by a stand that was selling beer, cupcakes, and giant ding dongs.
So naturally, I needed one of those mutant ding dongs.
And it was even better than the gas station variety. I could have died from happiness. So rich. And I did not share. It was like four inches tall and three inches wide. Out of control.
If you ever happen upon giant ding dongs, I highly recommend you try them out. But, be careful not to loudly exclaim to your friend “I had the BIGGEST ding dong EVER” as your boss walks in your office. You just can’t explain it without looking like a sex-crazed maniac. Post ding dongs, we continued shopping. We found that doll parts are one of the most popular sale items. Bins of arms, legs, torsos, and heads are everywhere. Just a little big creepy.
And I found the doors I’m going to put on the front of my English castle when I actually find one big enough. Nothing I hate more than a tiny castle.
Do you hate tiny castles too? How much?