i dressed like a mall walker to go to the radiohead show.

if you read my blog, follow my tweets, facebook?  (by now i am clearly feeling very important, gracious.) you know that brad and i went to st. louis over the weekend.  i went all craaaa-aaaaay and took friday off even.  oh yeah, that's me.  crazy.

so we stayed two whole nights in a hotel.  i love me a hotel room.  
except this girl did the automatic check in and got two full size beds, instead of one king bed.  so needless to say, the "oh yay, we are at a hotel!  i can't wait to see the room!" was short lived when i looked at my "look how cool your wife is...and speedy!" print out with our room number that said two full size beds.  womp womp.  #fail

we made it late thursday night.  errr, my driver and me.  i just sat and was the entertainment.  my sweet husband powered through the long drive.

when brad gets hungry, he gets grumpy.  and i like cool eateries.  so i looked up some fun breakfast, lunch and dinner places.  and we tried them all.  rooster was delicious.  except i kept calling it goose.  because rooster, goose...egg related?  see the connection?  yeah, me either.

i got the g.b.l.t.  crepe and the g. stands for goat cheese.  amen.  and yes, it was delicious.
heading back to the hotel after breakfast, we decided to take on the arch, since it was 9 am, and i had bad workout clothes on...only to be seen in a gym.  hoooo-raaaay.

so we went to the arch.

because who cares really.

if you have workout clothes on at inopportune times.

on the way out of the arch, we went to museum of western expansion.  it WORE me out because i am preeettttty dumb when it comes to history, but i did see this guy:

millard.  millard filmore.  that's right.
he was the thirteenth president for those of you that are not familiar.
he was also the name of my dog growing up, for those of you that are not familiar.
i loved millard filmore.  god rest his soul. and the presidents soul.
this guy was there too:

at the anheuser busch brewery, they tried to get us to buy this beautiful picture package complete with magnets, pictures, cards...you name it...
we declined.

friday night was the radiohead concert.  the reason we went to st louis.  and because we had walked about seven miles earlier in the day, i had a huge blood blister (still do) on the bottom of my foot...like limping huge.  so i did what i never thought i would do.  or could do.
something that has never ever entered my mind.
ever.
mortified.

this girl wore these shoes to the radiohead show.  i was there with all the cool kids all dressed all...well, cool...and there i was in tennis shoes.  i looked like a cross between a mall walker on her lunch break and a granny that has bad feet and has no choice than to wear tennis shoes with her clothes.
this is when you know your husband really loves you.
when you wear tennis shoes to the radiohead show.
bless my soul, i wore tennis shoes to the radiohead show.
i did.
i am still having nightmares about it.
okay, done.  i can't talk about it anymore.
ahhhhhhh.

insert beautiful picture from the ride home here.

also this...

another crepe place.
well, bless my soul.
i wore boots there.

you're embarrassed for me...
aren't you?
you should be.

st. louis with bra and brad.

brad and i are in st. louis today.  we left yesterday after we both got off from work.  and i couldn't be more thrilled to have a little get-a-way.  i realized earlier when i am writing post from my phone if i am on the road, i often refer to brad as bra or bead.  it's a rather unfortunate error.

example:  bra and i are headed to st. louis.  which is a true sentence, but brad is coming too.  

moving on.

we are going to the radiohead show,

see the arch,

maybe a museum, 

good local eateries,

and mainly, just enjoy each other.  well, i plan on putting on a fashion show as well, with some new duds i just bought, brad's gonna be so excited he'll hardly be able to contain himself. (read sarcasm)

also, i bought some new stunna shades for the trip.

wanna see?

i promise i love them.  my expression says otherwise. so i'm not a model...

one more thing...have you noticed when you are packing for a trip these days, there are more cords in your suitcase then clothes.  and if you forget just one, you are screwed?  

so let's hear it for remembering all the cords, and seeing the arch!

i love that thing.

and here's another picture just for good measure.  and because it makes me happy because it's so darn tootin'.  i love little girls in pigtails pushing strollers with their friends following behind.  i mean, come on?!?

and by the way, if you were wondering, they were headed to garget. (that's target for those of us who like our T's.)

happy weekend, friends.