Padre or bust...the preface!

This weekend was one for the books. What started as an oh so innocent Thursday night dinner and drinks with Ashley...turned into quite an eventful weekend. So...here's the story from A to Z...with a little left out here and there to protect the not so innocent.

So, Thursdsay night Ash and I treat ourselves to a great dinner at Mandola's and decide to have a few drinks afterwards at The Tavern where we meet up with Ben...Ashley's friend from high school. Later that evening we are joined by Ted (who has been thrown out of his kickball game - that's a whole other story).

Meanwhile the Wheelers and Levys have made it down to Padre for the anniversary celebrations and for a nice weekend at the beach away from the kiddos. Well into this low key evening we begun to get phone calls and text messages from our Padre round table counter parts. They missed us...what can we say! In what I can only assume was a very wine soaked state of mind they said..."y'all should come down here." To which we replied..."ok!" And there it begun. In a matter of mere moments it was settled...we'd take Ashley's suburban, I'd drive, and Ted would buy the gas. Just like a pot luck dinner...everone contributes. (but, if you ask me...I got the best end of that deal).

So, as Thursday night came to an end and Friday morning began, we finalized our Padre road trip plans for the morning. Below is a picture of the three crashing amigos listening to all the fun down in Padre and thus making the oh so rational decision to hit South Padre for the weekend.

(note...for the record...I was supposed to be in Dallas for my sister-in-law's baby shower on Sunday, Ted was due to drive from Dallas to St. Louis for a golf tourney later this week, and Ash was set on a low key weekeend in Austin)