This week, our sweet/amazing/adorable/hilarious Nikka came to Dallas! Nikka is just further proof that I really have the best stock of cousins in the world. I hadn't seen her in about 4 years, but you would think it had just been 4 days. We always just pick-up right were were left off, and words can hardly express how happy I am that I was able to see her! I even called her earlier in the week just to say, "Uh, I'MSOEXCITEDTOSEEYOU, DEEEE!" (I'm that person. A text will not suffice.) Mumsie picked her up on Friday, and they came over to our apartment so she could meet my sweet Moores for the first time, and it's pretty safe to say they all hit it off! We were only able to hang out for the night, but the littles have been asking all weekend, "Where's Nikka? Is she coming back?" (Ugh, my heart. :))
After a good ole Pizza Hut dinner with the fam, Nikka and I went off by ourselves to the Pearl Jam concert at the AAC. It was actually our second Pearl Jam concert together--she took me a few years ago when they played in LA, and I fell pretty hard for them thanks to that show. :)
In typically Nikka-fashion, she got us really killer seats (oh, you know, like on the FLOOR). I mean, the only thing better than hearing Eddie Vedder live is being in arms' length of him while he's singing live. It had been 10 years since the band had been in Dallas (to which Nikka would reply, "And I was at that last show, too!"), so they seemed to have made a point to give everyone an especially kick-ass concert.
Really, it was just a wonderful, wonderful evening. I didn't get to bed until 2am, and thennn I had to work at 9am the next morning (whew!) but I would do it all over again. Ugh, can't wait to see that girl again. :)
