At roughly 5:30 tomorrow morning, D. and I will begin the trek to southeastern New Mexico for his grandfather's funeral. His granddad was his childhood hero, and I know he'll sorely miss him. I'm glad I'll have a chance to be there for him, though.
It'll be a long drive through Louisiana and Texas, mostly, and we'll be stopping in Dallas to pick up his sister. No trip through Texas would make sense without barbeque, though, so we'll be making a quick stop at Angelo's in Fort Worth before continuing on to Hobbs.
Since I won't be posting for a few days, here's Dallas' own Old 97's, one of the best bands to never make it big (apart from the prevalence of their gorgeous song "Question" in tons of movies, TV shows and jewelry commercials).
We'll be back in the wee hours of the 14th - at which point I'll officially be 29, exhausted, and ready to pass out (despite the marauding collie).