This is what the Driskill Hotel looks like at night. With the flash off, on my camera - honestly.
Fernando wanted to get room service. He is constantly eating.
We were extremely pleased with the accommodations.
And I loved the whole Old Texas/cowboy vibe.
Mom and I did not want room service, so we muzzled Fernando and went here:
Fernando was fine, once he realized he could have a flight of wine with his snacks.
This was my kind-of-artistic photo from my seat at the bar:
Fernando was bombed, so my mom had to hold him up for the group photo:
And then we weaved our way through the streets, back to the hotel for some sleepy-time.
More tomorrow. What! It was a big weekend!