Once upon a time in Dallas there lived a beautiful gold SUV named Goldilocks. She had grown to love the long drives to and from work and uptown but longed for more then just an evening sitting in a valet parking lot waiting on her owner to return. She longed for an adventure of her very own.
Thus follows the true and amazing adventure of Goldilocks and my evening.
Myself and Allison set out from her house to meet up with friends at Idle Rich. This is where we were last weekend, and will probably be again. We parked in this little shopping center of CLOSED businesses, because that's where ALB and Becca parked last weekend without incident. We had enough cash for valet, but figured we could save it for a potential bar hop. We were the first to arrive, got ourselves a drink and tried not to get knocked over in the crowd. Then came along Andrea and Matt, Sarah and James and the rest of the people from the wedding they were at.
Then Jen arrived and we all started taking excessive pictures. James spent the entire evening trying to pimp me out to various men I was talking to or thought was cute (Grey Jacket Im talking to you here;)) Around midnight (when most fairytales start to get hazy- and I should always remember that) we decided it was time to do some dancing. Jen suggested Tribeca, so most of us headed that way. Jen decided to drive the whole half a block so we could not freeze and Justin tagged along to "keep the ladies safe". We got to Tribeca and started dancing-or avoided dancing with some people in glasses ALB. We ran into grey jacket and our friend Murf, then I got hit on by a guy named Cesar. It was 1:30 and we decided to call it a night. Hopped in Jens car to drive to mine and found- A TOTALLY EMPTY PARKING LOT.
YAY for driving to the middle of scary-ass nowhere to retrieve your car. Three white girls in an Audi driving around as Jen put it "Way to many Caddies around here". We had to stop to get cash at Albertsons, which was open at 1:30 and we should have asked about that since their sign said 9pm- but yay for no bank fees. We finally find the place, and then begins the long and cold process of getting a car out of hawk. I had to give my new friend Kathryn Hambrick my ID, fill out like 10 forms and $148 bucks in cash to cover the whole hour they babysat my car. It would have been easier on everyone if they had just left the car there and made me pay to get it out of the parking lot.
Poor Goldilocks sat among scary looking cars in car jail. Between another person trying to retrieve there car saying "Man, I'm glad I'm not homeless,its cold" and Jen started to document the whole dang thing from the WARMTH AND SAFETY OF HER DANG CAR with Allison's camera I gave up on even pretending that this was serious. I started making a mockery of the situation instead. Myself and Allison entertained those around us with the following pictures.
. Normally not one to thwart THE MAN, especially THE MAN with my car I would never use the finger, but on a night where we were wearing matching rings on a very important finger it had to be done.
Poor Goldilocks was taken from the Uptown bubble to some scary location off of I-30W. Poor Chris for getting a "My cars been towed" text message at 1:30AM and thinking he was going to have to come get us and un-hawk my car. One last final poor thing to mine and allison's checking accounts that took a hit at 1am so we could drive home. Goldilocks will return to the boring safety of valet parking lots after her adventure on a tow-truck to close to Ft. Worth for my comfort.
The best part of the drive home was "Call on Me" by Eric Prydz which Chris procured for me yesterday afternoon and I put on a CD before I left the house, I needed that techno beat for my drive!
-Liz and Goldilocks.
(chris that ones for you!)
place in Dallas and then watched the Mavs beat the Nuggets- and it was all free for all of us because we were discussing serious business matters such as which mascot was scarier (mavs man hands down). 
