It’s been sixteen years since I graduated from Kermit High School in Kermit, Texas, America. SIXTEEN YEARS. I’m not quite sure why I look at my age with my high school graduation as a determining factor, but I’m guessing it’s because that’s when I became an adult. It was June 1999… seventeen years old and in my own apartment. Good times were had.
Now, I’d say, I’m adulting quite well. Married, four kids, dream job, dream home, dream car, dream city… ha! No really, life is great. I have no complaints that would hold water, so let’s focus on the awesomeness that was my 34th birthday weekend. I tried to take it all in and take pictures so that I could write it down to be remembered some day later down the road.
My dear husband tells me to “Get ready, we’re going to dinner at Lindsay and Jason’s house.” Sweet! I don’t have to worry about dinner! We’re mid-meal and Lindsay hands me a little gift bag with a piece of paper in it. It read:
Birthdays are special, just like you. So the 4 of us knew we had some planning to do. We put together a list, and made it quite quick. Vegas didn’t make it, but we will still take a trip. Telling you is no fun; a mystery is better. A weekend has 3 days, so for each day a letter. So if Friday is A, where should we stay? We selected a place that is a dangerous play. You might need a knife, so keep it close. It could save your life. Can you guess what it is?