The Husbear and I are road tripping on this long weekend.

Well, long weekend for us. We had to schedule some time off and away from the businesses for ourselves.

Our anniversary is coming up soon, so we decided jumping in the Prius (that the Husbear calls “Lucy”) and just driving to some random destination would be fun. Because that’s how we roll. In a car. With wheels. That go round and round.

We had four choices that we were kicking around: north to St. Louis then Chicago (I’ve never been to Chicago); east to Kentucky and the Carolinas (the Husbear has never been in that area); west to Colorado (neither of have been as adults); or south to Texas.

Let’s see, the north and east are seeing 100+ temperatures like we are here in Arkansas. We’re already tired of the heat. And then out west, chunks of Colorado are on fire. Plus we will be out that way in October. Which leaves south to Texas.

I find it ever so ironic that we are heading to south Texas in order to go someplace cooler than home is.

So we are on our way to Dallas now. It’s not our destination. But the Husbear wants to go to a real club tonight. And I sure don’t mind being in a place where there is a plethora of manly gay men to look at. And have a cold beer. And maybe meet up with some bloggers down on Cedar Springs.

Tomorrow we will get up and continue heading south to Galveston via Houston. Neither one of us have been to Galveston before. Not really sure what we’ll do, aside from see the beach. But we’ve driven further for less.

That’s what planned spontaneity is about, right?