Lost in the Galleria

Last January my wonderful boyfriend decided to surprise me with a night out in Houston. He booked a room in a beautiful hotel, and made plans for us to go to our favorite piano bar. To ensure my surprise, Kelly asked my bestie to come over and pick out the clothes and toiletries I would need for the weekend. Somehow, Kelly did ALL THIS with out my acknowledgment. Anywho, not the point.

I was super surprised and excited when Kelly told me on Friday afternoon that we were leaving that minute to go for a big night out in Houston. I was so excited, I felt that all the clothes in my closet were in adequate and I HAD to buy something new. So, we headed from Huntsville to Houston.

Our hotel was next door to the Galleria- coincident? I think not. Fate would have it that Kelly and I could NOT get through one night with out something odd happening. With out knowing what was to come, Kelly and I got to the hotel, put our things away, and went next door to shop! However, the weather prevented us from walking- so we drove and parked in the one of the endless parking garages.

We parked in a garage that had direct access to Macy's so I could find new shoes and a matching handbag, while Kelly looked in another section of the Galleria. After a successful trip, Kelly found me still oogling the Chanel in Saks, and we left to find the car. After walking from one end of the multi-block shopping monstracity to the other, we entered the Macy's parking garage in search of Kelly's car. Id took us nearly 30 minutes to realize that the car was not where we left it...

To be sure we had entered the garage on the right level, we went back into Macy's and tried to locate our point of entrance. However, after walking through all 3 levels, we still could not find where we had come into the store I was beginning to hate. As always, Kelly and I were unable to keep our frustration inside, and we turned on eachother. I called him names, he told me I couldn't remember the alphabet, much less where the car was: we were positive the other was to blame for this misfortune.


Unbeknownst to Kelly and I, while we were arguing and searching Macy's for his car- practically ruining our weekend together- there was another Macy's in a remote corner of the Galleria.

Maybe an hour later we come across the other Macy's and quickly found the car. After getting in the car it took us less than a minute to get to the hotel lobby, where I took a shower and Kelly was smart enough to have a cocktail ready when I was done getting ready. We went on to have a great night, with no more interruptions from the living in sin Gods (whom I blame for most of Kelly and I's unfortunate events).

Just one of the MANY examples that everything is not as it seems: there is never just one Macy's, you cannot trust your own judgment after shopping, and yes--Mr. Bartender, a good Vodka Cranberry does make everything better in a relationship after a fight.