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September 16, 2012

Dubai: 8hr Layover


Our honeymoon adventure started with the most appreciated gateway we could have asked for an Emirates flight concierge handing us our tickets, followed by the words, "You have been upgraded," garnished with a faint smile and a wink. 

After leaving our wedding in Graham, Texas, we drove to Fort Worth, about an hour and a half drive, and arrived a few minutes past 2:00 am. The next morning, our flight was not unbearable, with an 11:00 am departure. However, sometime between the moment we got in the car to drive to Forth Worth the night before and the moment we arrived at our hotel, I became violently ill. The next morning, I felt like I was walking through a fog as I carried more tissues than luggage onto the plane.  This sudden aliment, mixed with the exhaustion from the wedding, not to mention the month of labor-intensive preparations that come with building your own barn, all surmounted into feelings of overwhelming love for this woman who just told me I would be able to sleep as we flew over the Atlantic on our way to Dubai.



So ready for take off so I can put this thing in a sleep position! 


I attribute this fortuitous moment to my less than covert tank top reading, “Just Married,” in rhinestones (thanks, Jena); regardless of the “why,” the “what” was incredible. I had already been building up the Emirates flight from rumors of the incredible service and luxurious visions the numerous Emirates billboards around DFW broadcasted. The reality of the laydown chairs and text-book-sized touchscreen control panel, in conjunction with the sea bass and lobster main course, was all that could have been imagined. Of course, this made the trip home two weeks later full of longing for what was behind the velvet red curtains separating the first class from the rest of us. But it is better to have loved than to never have loved at all.

We booked our plane itinerary so that our layover in Dubai would be worth the stop on our way to Bangkok. We had exactly eight hours between touchdown and departure. We spent the intermediate time wisely, and I will replicate this “quick-city-layover” tour again. We booked a Local Tour, in which a local picked us up right at the airport and personally gave us an exemplary history and current viewpoint of the city as we drove to each of the “must-see” sites, such as the Burj Khalifa (tallest building in the world),  Burj Al Arab (Tower of the Arabs hotel designed like a sailboat and often, though not officially, accredited the only 7 star hotel in the world), Palm Islands (artificial archipelago in the shape of a Palm Tree), the largest indoor ski mountain and many more  "largest, tallest, greatest.."  




Of course, some of our favorite spots were those off the “path most traveled,” such as a local market where we had Camel Milk ice cream (a trip favorite).



When our four-hour tour was over, Aarif (our tour guide) dropped us off at The Dubai Mall, where we quickly ate and saw the world's largest degree-viewing glass indoor aquarium. We ended our Dubai experience by rolling our carry-ons outside the mall. We found a spot on the densely packed stairs surrounding the world's largest performing fountain stretching between the Dubai Mall and the Burj Khalifa. The show is quite amazing with the backdrop of the Burj Khalifa, which sometimes sparkles like the Eiffel Tower, but the water hitting as high as fifty stories holds its own without the magnificent backdrop. 









After the show, we followed other tourists and locals to the metro station to return to the airport. One thing you will notice about public transportation in Dubai, which can be said for the city in general, is that "it's clean, very clean." Another characteristic of the metro and city alike is safety. Wherever we went, after taking a moment to wipe away the fog that immediately covered my glasses when we stepped outside the car (heat like you cannot imagine), I was always surprised by how clean everything was. 



While clean and safe do not perfectly correlate with a comparison to Las Vegas, there is one obvious parallel: you need a lot of money to fully enjoy Dubai. Staying long in this incredible new city would be hard without prolific funds. However, an eight-hour layover to hit the most impressive sites (from a distance, since again, it would be incredibly expensive to see from the inside) and see some of the "largest, tallest, greatest.." that are free, like the fountain and the aquarium, and the ski mountain from the outside the glass, provides a great glimpse into what makes this city so unique and why so many gravitate to it. 






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September 6, 2012

MOPAR Wedding Entrance & Getaway

My entire life, I have tried to know enough about cars, particularly MOPAR cars, to impress my dad when the opportunity presented itself. I always wanted to be "in on the fun” when he went to car shows, bought an old rusty shell out of a barn, or finished a project; I wanted to be there and for him to want me to be. The muscle cars he continues to collect and restore have always been a “me and my dad thing."  


When it came time for me to go to my first prom, I never blinked and knew I, not my date, would be driving us there. Of course, my date was happy to let me pick him up in a 1970 440 Pro-street Satellite Sport with open headers that shook the ground and sounded like a thunderstorm. I had to drive barefoot since stilettos didn't give me enough grip! 




When it came to my wedding, I knew we could incorporate a little MOPAR magic to make it unique and something only the Fullerton family could pull off. The wedding was incredible in every way, but what most guests never saw coming and will never see again was my entrance!










While all the guests parked in the field and walked up the path following the arrows to the ceremony, they passed by the barn my family had built, which would soon host the reception. The large doors were closed, and a few “guards” monitored to make sure no one entered. 





Once everyone had taken their seats, the guitarist started to play a sweet song while our mothers, followed by the bridesmaids, walked down the aisle.







Pastor Joe then said, “All rise,” and everyone looked all around the open hilltop to see where I would be coming from. Two of my father’s friends were in the barn, with me and my dad, watching the guests through a crack in the doors. As the guests started to rise, they ceremoniously pulled back the doors.






My dad and I slowly rolled out of the barn in a white 1969 Road Runner and made a circle around the ceremony site.






We pulled up to the back of the ceremony site and walked up the aisle.

Those moments in the barn, with my dad waiting for the cue that it was our turn and driving up to the ceremony as everyone looked on, were so special. This was truly a “me and my dad thing.”




Of course, that could not be the only dramatic element involving a MOPAR machine for a glorious occasion.

As appropriate as driving up to the alter in a white, original, and unquestionably classic Road Runner, it was just as fitting to leave the reception in a black 1970 GTX.  As we peeled away from our families and friends, we both had the perfect end to our wedding festivities, driving down the highway (maybe a few miles over the speed limit) in a true icon of American Muscle.










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