Highfalutin.

So Brownlee was called to San Marcos on some official school bidness.  When he was enrolled at Southwest Texas State University, they interviewed some first generation college students.  Now, it’s been 10 years since that video was shot and they want to do a follow up interview.

Whatever.  All I heard was “outlet mall shopping”.  I’m not a big shopper, but I mean, it’s the outlets.  I like The Gap, but I like it better with a discount.

Since it was a school thing, they provided the lodging.  I know San Marcos isn’t a giant city, but they do have their fair share of decent hotels.

We got put up in a bed and breakfast.

And when Brownlee called me over to his laptop to look at the room we laughed and laughed because it looked like if you were staying at your grandma’s house for a few days. Seriously.  They had a double suite for us (in case we brought Addy.  We did not.) fully equipped with a rocking horse in the kid’s room and one of those beds with the curtain around it.  Brownlee was thinking to ward of mosquitoes but I was thinking more like privacy from chamber maids.

When we got to the place, it was exactly that.  It walked that fine line between antique and old lady.  Now, it wasn’t dirty or not nice.  It was just…old.  We were put up in the main house, but apparently they had two or three other houses on the property and the inn keeper (her actual job title) stayed on the property in a tiny house in the back.

We get in the room and immediately I whip out my phone to document the place.  The room is HUGE.  A giant king-sized be.  Full couch and chair near the tv.  One of those old school business desks stocked with 1964 TIME magazines.  And an armoire.  Which I opened to find this gem.

There were like four other hats in there but they didn’t fit my giant 1982 made head.  Whatever. We did had have a nice time though. We guessed at how exactly one makes a quilted wall, or when it was cool to have a faux wood toilet seat, or why on earth you would want a carpeted bathroom (and how often would you have to vacuum it).  It was quiet and although there were guests on the same floor as us, we never really saw or heard them.  There was a nice little garden area and some outside dining spots.  And a bar next door! Whaaaat.

Even at breakfast, there were only three other groups of people.  It was kinda odd having to sit and eat breakfast (which consisted of orange marmalade french toast, BLEH) with strangers, we didn’t really have to sit and make small talk with them.  Yay.

And we made out like bandits at the outlet mall.

#wefancy