I’m in Dallas this weekend for a conference. This is on the heels of the first week of school and a very tiring week at Webster.
The Southwest flight last evening was FULL, but on time and perfectly fine. I’m sorry I didn’t win the lottery so I could hire a private jet, but perhaps next time.
The Tex-Mex dinner on Friday was yummy. The first place I tried didn’t seem to have their act together, and I left after being told twice “I’ll have someone right over to wait on you.” Well, ding-holes, you didn’t, and I collected my newspaper, drew myself up to my full 5.5 feet tall, and marched right out.
Not that anyone noticed.
Texas people seem to be noisy and little self-absorbed, or so it seems in this area of downtown Dallas.
Two views from my room: