2014 is going to be very promising because this is what I wore
to buy tacos on the morning of January 1st. Actually 2014 is very promising due to everything listed below.6am the second of January I went to Bergstrom to catch a flight to Salt Lake City, Utah. I nearly missed my flight, but I got on the plane to land only a few hours later in the semi-snow covered mountains of Park City. A short scenic ride in our black Tahoe (no champagne included) to the Hyatt Escala and Caroline and I were ready to enjoy a nice relaxing bro trip that we had somehow ended up joining.
We shredded some pow pow and there were no yard sales!
Actually I rented a snowboard, took a lesson from a cool guy from New
Zealand, boarded about 2 days total and didn’t
require any stitches and walked away with no contusions. We were there with an
awesome group of guys who stayed in a really cool house. We threw icicles off
of the balcony, so that was really mature/fun. Saturday night we ate some Mexican
food and went to some bars.The Hyatt had a nice hot tub and sauna so that was
definitely my favorite post mountain activity. I started reading Divergent and
then Insurgent and then Allegiant. Short trip but very fun trip!
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| myself looking very interested in mountain games |
I got promoted! I found a financial advisor and I am going
to start investing some of that new money when it starts to roll in.
I found my British husband, Laurence Mosley, on Linkedin. For years I have received emails from a man named Laurence to someone who he believes is his wife, assumedly me, Julie Mosley. The issue that I am not the Julie Mosley that is his wife, but receive his emails anyway. Pictures of the kids, prescriptions that are ready at the pharmacy, his new position at work, his calf tattoo, the fact that I have now have a personal
trainer and will be
running a marathon. Years back I responded to one of his emails letting him know
he had the wrong girl, but I guess he overlooked that? So here he is, Julie
Mosley’s loving husband, Laurence.
I found my British husband, Laurence Mosley, on Linkedin. For years I have received emails from a man named Laurence to someone who he believes is his wife, assumedly me, Julie Mosley. The issue that I am not the Julie Mosley that is his wife, but receive his emails anyway. Pictures of the kids, prescriptions that are ready at the pharmacy, his new position at work, his calf tattoo, the fact that I have now have a personal
trainer and will be
running a marathon. Years back I responded to one of his emails letting him know
he had the wrong girl, but I guess he overlooked that? So here he is, Julie
Mosley’s loving husband, Laurence. After all of this excitement nearly half of January past just in time to plan for more excitement. Caroline, Kathleen and I decided that we needed to go on another yacht week- it was now or never, so we pulled the trigger on joining a crew about 30 minutes after deciding on it all. We are going with a group of American TYW Veterans, some of whom I have already met up with and really like. I can’t wait to meet the rest and go play on the other side of the world.
The next Monday Caroline text me and asked if I was down to
go to St. Maarten the first week in March for the Heineken Regatta. Was that
even a question. Now we are going with another group of friends to the Dutch
Antilles to watch some sailors, rent mopeds and have brunch mimosas with a side
of ocean. The countdown is somewhere near 32 days and I cannot wait! I need to practice
my Dutch and French.
The third weekend of the month was one of the most
entertaining for several reasons. The original plan for the weekend was to go
to my company’s holiday party. Then it was decided that Caroline would be
Britton’s date, so she came to town and we went to dinner with the SXM crew of
Friday night. Nice restaurant, nice drinks, nice people. All very promising.
Saturday evening we were supposed to eat dinner at The Grotto
across from Hotel Derek, the location of the holiday party. I picked this
restaurant because it was literally across the street. We arrive ten minutes
after our reservation to find out that I had made a reservation at the Dallas
location. COOL! So Blake picked Caroline, Britton and I up and we ate at
Escalante’s. The holiday party was nice and then we went out in midtown.
Sounds like a great weekend, but wait, it gets better. Caroline, Zach, Britton, Blake and I go to brunch at Aladdin’s on Westheimer—delicious but really enough food for three days. We then planned to go to Memorial Park, but after a few wrong turns we decided to go to Buffalo Bayou Dog Park. I used to go there with my friend Bobby and his dogs so I called him and told him to come and he told me they were closing the park the next day.
Sounds like a great weekend, but wait, it gets better. Caroline, Zach, Britton, Blake and I go to brunch at Aladdin’s on Westheimer—delicious but really enough food for three days. We then planned to go to Memorial Park, but after a few wrong turns we decided to go to Buffalo Bayou Dog Park. I used to go there with my friend Bobby and his dogs so I called him and told him to come and he told me they were closing the park the next day.
We go to the park and then KHOU news interviewed me about
the dog park’s closing. I don’t own a dog, which makes so an interesting start
to the interview especially when what they put in print is “Julie Mosley doesn’t
even own a dog” which might as well be the equivalent of the popular Mean Girl’s
quote “she doesn’t even go here!” I also say on TV that I want a dog army but
what I really meant was dog mafia! I messed that one up. I may or may not have
also said that at the park we make “dog friends” and “people friends”. My strange love of dog parks sans dog
ownership has now been broadcast and I sort of love it.
What better way to close out the month than by going to see
Disclosure in Austin? Also going to the Disclosure after show.
Saturday followed with brunch and mimosas at TNT, a BBQ at Carly's featuring delicious food and Jackson's drone attempting a barrel roll, Rainey St., Tapas, and a bit of east side fun. On Sunday I had the best Bloody Mary of my life-- Frank's in DT Austin. Go now.
Crashed (?) two super bowls and had a great time despite the fact the game was absolutely terrible.
