I flew in to Love Field about 5 pm Friday, rented a convertable and headed to my destination, Sulphur Springs, to attend a wedding. Got there about dark. I brought about 10 pounds of pulled pork for tacos. Got all that prepared with all the fixings and made a couple of gallons of Sangria (spiked with Xanax (its a family thing).
For the trip back, I went to the Walmart super center and bought 4 packer briskets. I emptied my suitcase, stuffed it full of brisket and put it in the hotel freezer.
Trip back was calm and uneventful as I was trying to finish off the Sangria. Only thing that bothered me was the radio. Seems the only stations were Mexican or cry-in-your beer $hit-kicker till I got close to Dallas. I donated the left-over Sangri to the car washers at the rental place and proceeded to Love Field with my MOAC (mother of all cups) filled to the brim with Sangria.
I fell asleap instantly after take-off and woke up in STL sober enuf that the OL didn't seem to notice.
For the trip back, I went to the Walmart super center and bought 4 packer briskets. I emptied my suitcase, stuffed it full of brisket and put it in the hotel freezer.
Trip back was calm and uneventful as I was trying to finish off the Sangria. Only thing that bothered me was the radio. Seems the only stations were Mexican or cry-in-your beer $hit-kicker till I got close to Dallas. I donated the left-over Sangri to the car washers at the rental place and proceeded to Love Field with my MOAC (mother of all cups) filled to the brim with Sangria.
I fell asleap instantly after take-off and woke up in STL sober enuf that the OL didn't seem to notice.