Notes on Dallas
Tracy gives a pretty good re-cap. Here are my notes:
- Traveling with nothing but personal effects is really nice. Not that I knew what it was like, but it felt like I was traveling in a gilded age. My one bag was checked and all I had to care about was which pocket my cell phone was in.
- For the flight down, I purchased and read the most recent issues of Esquire and The Economist. Both were decent reads. Nothing astounding.
- While reading, I caught up on lots of my podcasts. A Prarie Home Companion, This American Life, The Moth, The New Yorker: Fiction.
- I was preoccupied with the fact that you could still smoke inside bars. It’s been ~10 years since smoking disappeared from establishments in the tri-state area.
- Tracy signed up for Twitter at 3am. In doing so, we almost burnt the left-over pizza.
- Sleeping on her couch, I was sure that my allergies would go haywire. They didn’t. The most grief Jersey caused was climbing over me at the ass-crack of dawn wanting food/to play. I brought meds with me, forgetting that they were in the outside pocket of my toiletries case - causing me to think I forgot them.
- There was no continuity to the architecture in Dallas. Lots of different styles in every neighborhood. Acreage was sparse as well. Beautiful houses in Highland Park really close to each other.
- The St. Patrick’s Day parade was a spectacle. Open container laws were very lax which meant people carrying around 30 packs at will. The whole, “have a float-be in the parade” thing was interesting. Trucks pulling drunk people throwing beads at you while others threw things back at them. There really wasn’t much the police could do except try and control a riot if one broke out.
- I’m not really a fan of Turkey bacon.
- A “lemon mary” isn’t a drink and doesn’t exist. Although, a waitress at the Idle Rich insisted it existed and even brought us one. If anyone out there knows of this supposed ghost-drink: make yourself known.
- We ran into a dude wearing nothing but a full-body green suit.
- No one remembers how the camera broke, but there are pictures. We think.
- Number of times I’ve driven home from a bar in Dallas: 1.
- Queso makes life a little better.
- The stockyards are pretty cool but my outfit didn’t really mesh with the hometown crowd.
- We ordered wrong at Joe T. Garcia’s.
- The new Texas Stadium is massive.
- No one is around in Dallas on Mondays.
- Oh, Seth Godin, you slay me.
- For the flight home, I watched John Mayer, listened to a Smart Playlist and read the latest issues of Wired and The Atlantic. I don’t read The Atlantic much but I’m a big fan now. A convert, if you will. These were some great articles.
- I’m not sure how, or why, but all of the open space made me anxious. In the car ride back from Fort Worth, I couldn’t explain it. Usually, I’m yearning to leave the proximity of other people but something was nagging me. Maybe I missed the hustle?
- It was great to see Tracy and get to see the real Dallas.
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