My big brother, Michael, also lives in the great state of Texas and a mere 3 1/2 hours away from me over yonder in the good ole' ATX (That's Austin for all you non-Texans out there!) We used to be bitter enemies growing up. Hello, one of the "gifts" he put on his christmas list was for me to die. Numerous years in a row. Did I mention that I wasn't allowed to wear TANK TOPS around my brother because he was so stinkin' overprotective? Oh yeah and I might have left out the time he stood in my parents front yard with a baseball bat and a golf club to meet one of my recent (at the time) ex-boyfriends.
BUUUT, we get along just swimmingly now that we are older (and more mature!) He is my best friend and the first person I go to with just about anything.
So, you would INFER that I see him fairly often since he lives so close, right? Well, DING DING DING, you are right! I have road tripped to the ATX in the neighborhood of 15-20 times in the last 4 years. It's to the point where I know all of my brothers friends. They call me to hang out when they are in Houston. Hell, I'm even invited on weekend trips to the beach house in Galveston with his best friend (without him there.) I'm pretty tight with his clique.
Now, let's INFER how many times that fabulous big brother of mine has come to Houston to visit his freakin-amazing little sista. Do you have any guesses?
Well, i'll just tell you...
A BIG FAT ZERRRRRRROOOOOOO TIMES!
Yes, you read that correctly. My biggy has not ONCE visited me since I have lived in Houston (uggh, the audacity of that man!)
Over Christmas break, I wasn't able to take one of my gifts home (pots and pans) because they wouldn't fit in the hubs car, so my brother graciously offered to take them home for me and told me that I could come visit and get them whenever. So, a few weeks ago I asked him when he was free for me to come visit.
I ABOUT FELL OVER IN MY CHAIR AND CHOKED ON WHATEVER I WAS EATING (because choking makes this a better story, of course) because that big brother of mine OFFERED TO COME TO HOUSTON FOR THE WEEKEND.
We ended up staying the weekend at a Marriott hotel in the Galleria and had the BEST. TIME. EVER! My brother is hilarious and it's always a good time when we're together.
I will just let the pictures speak for themselves. This is a pretty good summary of what happens when Biggy and Sissy (that's me!) do H-Town!
|Friday night we hit up Woodrows and met up with one of my best friends from the first college I went to. She recently moved down south and this was the first time we were able to get together! SO happy to see her!|
|That's some brotherly/sisterly love right therrrr|
|Just the beginning of our crazy 2 mile walk home from the bars... Karina was pretty annoyed with us. And I should preface by saying that my brother is a crazy drunk.|
|I can make a photo-op outta annnnnything|
|Lookin' like tools and matching together. MUHAHAHA.|
|On our walk home... Nice hair, huh|
|Blurry, but I laugh hysterically when I see this|
|...Karina's still annoyed|
|Saturday morning before the Brewery tour|
|At Saint Arnolds Brewery|
|Me & Hubs at the Brewery|
|I made him pose in front of the "Michael" sign hahahaah.|
|Soon to be sisters... She'll officially become a Galligan in December!|
|Thanks for taking the weekend off to hang with us Hubby!|
|Sissy & Biggy :)|
|He gets the award for the best biggy EVVA|
|It was a rough Sunday morning... Can'tcha tell? :-\|