I've read a lot of comments on my blog lately indicating they don't care for my weekend updates. I get it. Just listing off the things I did (or didn't do) last weekend can be boring. However, I like them when there's a point. Giving it context, like a story, makes the post more interesting. So here's a post about my weekend, and hopefully you'll agree that there actually is a point. (Maybe.)
Michael was out of town so I decided to be as unproductive as possible. 
Friday I picked up Sarah and we drove around Dallas for 40 minutes debating where to eat. We didn't eat until 10:30 p.m., but it was well worth it. No pictures from the restaurant, but we selfie-ed up at the bar. 

Saturday I was up and at 'em early to pre-game before the Texas/OU battle. Shocker —Texas won! I won too because there was a build your own bloody mary bar and plentiful mimosas. (See Helene, football is fun.) 

Saturday night can accurately be described as epic. After some Miley listening, we went out to The Lizard Lounge (a great little music venue in Dallas) to see Arty (a DJ) perform. He had a great set. The perfect ending to a great weekend, right? Wrong.

For those who'd like to know… this is my friend Garrett, and yes he is single. And this is probably not the best picture of him. But he is a very nice young man. I'm not sure who's making bunny ears behind us.

Sunday morning I went to McDonald's to get a Sprite. As I got to the window to pay I realized my wallet was gone. Searched my car. The sidewalk. Checked everywhere. Called the cab company. Nothing. At first I freaked out. Then I got some perspective. It's just one of those things. Deal with it.

So what's the point? Several, actually: That a great weekend can be spoiled by one stupid mistake. But only if you let it. That watching football is more about the ambiance and the people you're with, than the score. That a lost wallet isn't the end of the world. And that Sprites don't cure anything.