Unfortunately, I don't have the second documented photo of me heel clicking. My mom has that one. It was during the family photos taken at Thanksgiving last year. In February of this year, I made a little trip to our nation's capitol to visit my best buddy, Kim. Of course, D.C. was the perfect location for heel clicking. It was like a heel clicking paradise.
While I somewhat was viewed as a threat to national security while heel clicking in front of the capitol, it was a must on my journey to Washington.
Perhaps my most unique heel clicking experience was in Nashville, Tenn. I went there for Commodity Classic, which was a lot of fun. I spent the days in the gynormous Opryland Hotel that is basically a city in itself. I spent my nights on Music Row, enjoying the sounds (and tastes) that every struggling country music star gets to experience. Heel clicking in front of the Ryman Auditorium (home of the original Grand Ol' Opry) was cool, but I had a sneaky suspicion that old Hank was watching from within the old famous country music iconic building.
I also heel clicked in front of this random building mural while sight seeing one day with the girls from Texas Wheat. After several tries, Rachel snapped a really good one here.
I also heel clicked in front of the new home of the Grand Ol' Opry, but it wasn't near as cool, so I'm not showing it to you. Get over it.
My next stop is the beautiful wine country of...West Texas? Yes, we have wineries out here. Pretty neat, huh? The dry, arid conditions are actually quite conducive to growing certain varieties of grapes. Our wine club, called "Wine Not?" took a tasting tour one day.
The above click was outside of Caprock Winery, which was closed that day. I think there was a wedding or something silly like that going on, so I heel clicked and we took our tasting buds elsewhere.
We then went to Pheasant Ridge Winery where I locked my keys in my car. After a brief panic, I realized my dad had left a hide-a-key under the Tahoe. It took me a while to find it, but I was so excited when I did I leaped for joy.Now, you haven't heel clicked until you've heel clicked with the Easter Bunny. Notice my Easter Tea attire - that's a whole other blog post.
My next travel location for work took me to The Woodlands. That's actually the name of the town...The Woodlands. Sounds more like a resort or a subdivision to me, but that's the name. It's just outside of Houston. We were there for the Texas Grain and Feed Association convention, which was quite wild for a convention. Don't let that word fool you - "convention" is typically associated with nerd gatherings or lame lectures or something. But this was a straight-up crazy party of mostly old guys who run grain elevators. Our hotel was near a nice shopping area and there was a water taxi! Yes! It was neat, so the obvious thing to do was to heel click in front of it.
In April, I spent some time in St. Louis for the NCGA State Staff Meeting. They took us to a Cardinals' game and we got to sit in a fancy box with free giant pretzels. After the game, we went to where all the fans hang out after the game. There was lots of heel clicking there.
My most recent heel clicking took place on the white, sandy beaches of Destin, Florida. While the trip getting there was hellish, the one day I spent in the sun was wonderful...that is until the next day when I realized I basically had third degree burns. Real smart, Linds. Real smart. Another bright spot in this trip was our condo roommate, Carolyn. She's really cool and is likely going to invite me to her lake house, right Carolyn? Remember that conversation? Just checking. I think that would be a good place to heel click.
Stay tuned. My next heel click will likely be a patriotic one.
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