Last Friday was our trip to San Antonio for Niosa, the thing where thousands of people crowd into a small area to drink and eat to excess.
Are you sitting down? I had fun.
I’ve always said I can deal with crowds if I have enough advanced notice, and apparently the eight months since I met Daniel were sufficient. The people didn’t bother me a bit and I thoroughly enjoyed walking around with his mom and sisters, even when Jessica cracked a confetti-filled egg on my head. (Apparently, the fact that I didn’t get mad when she did so marked my passing a significant test.)
Though he assured me it wouldn’t happen, Daniel ran into someone he knows from work Saturday morning who was (coincidentally …?) staying at our hotel. I didn’t get to meet her, though, because he had just popped down the hall for ice. So the ghost that is Salena continues to allude me.
Meanwhile, as Friday evening wore on, I became increasingly convinced I would run into my own ghost in San Antonio. Thankfully, my sense of foreboding was dead wrong. And we can ALL be grateful for that.