Saturday...The Night Trip!

By the time we pulled out of the parking lot of The Cutting Edge, it was almost midnight. I found that my directions home were fairly decent this time around, but vowed that we would not stop for dinner until we hit I-20.

I decided that it would be best to call home and check in with husband and let him know that we were super late leaving. He was okay with everything, in fact he sort of already figured that we would hit a few haunts before heading home.

I finally made it to I-20 officially (as luck would have it, the road we had been on for about thirty minutes turned INTO I-20.) I decided that it would be safe enough to search for dinner for the Breglet, and a gas station for me because we were almost on empty.

At this point, I began to watch for signs listing possible stopping points along the highway, when low & behold, I saw the pretty glow of flashing lights in my rear-view mirror.

I was puzzled at this point, because I had the cruise set on 65 and it had been so for the past 30 minutes or so. I slowed down and pulled off of the highway to see what the matter was.

Bregon, who had long since fallen asleep with his head on the passenger side door, didn't even flinch when I rolled down his window to speak with the policeman.

As luck would have it, apparently my headlight had shorted out again, and this officer was more than happy to let me know all about it. Lucky for me, he sent me on my way with nothing but a nice friendly warning.

I am not sure if it was because I was pleasant and very surprised about the headlight, or the fact that Bregon had managed to keep on snoring quite loudly throughout the entire ordeal.

I rolled the window back up, and headed back out into traffic. Three minutes later, with no signs of civilization or a gas station, we were pulled over AGAIN for the same reasons (well, this police officer decided that I was going a smidge over 65 AND I had a headlight out.)

Apparently even a fraction of a mile over the speed limit will give a Texas police officer reason to pull ya over...who knew?

I just handed him my license and insurance card along with the copy of the written warning that I had received not 3 minutes before. He seemed sort of sheepish as he told us good bye...Bregon was STILL snoring and had yet to figure out what was going on.

As it so happens, just about every officer between Dallas & Shreveport wanted to let me know that my head light was out.

The first time was okay-I was thankful for the warning and the officer was a very nice guy. The second time, the joke was starting to get a bit old. Come on folks, a ticket for a piece of a mile over 65?

Then it happened AGAIN- and still no gas station in site and I was getting a bit worried about running out of gas, I was feeling anxious and just wanted to GO HOME!!!!

I finally decided that I just was NOT getting anywhere like this, so, I decided to try driving with my brights on the WHOLE way home.

I know it's technically not legal, and really not all that nice, but I was getting dangerously low on gas, and figured that it just might help me avoid getting pulled over.

I did get a good giggle, though. I thought of a good friend of mine who used to travel with us down to Houston for Fair who always used to make me put my brights on so that I would at least see that deer before I hit it...ha ha ha.

Lucky for me there weren't any deer that wanted to decorate my bumper this night. Something for which I was very thankful of.

I did eventually find a gas station, and not a moment too soon, either! We ended up at a Circle K in Canton just across the street from the Cow Palace (Dairy Palace officially, but affectionately called the Cow Palace none-the-less.) So dinner was served.

Over all, I suppose it could have been a worse night. After all, we met a lot of Texas's finest, which, thankfully, were all very nice and understanding.

And we still got to have dinner at the Cow Palace, as tradition mandates each time we head to Dallas. Even if we did have to get it at the drive-thru this time.

And we did manage to finally blind our way home. My apologies to all the poor souls in the other lanes! But at least we didn't run out of gas and we did finally get home safe and in one piece after a very long day!