P.O.D.

I'll openly admit I'm guilty of making occasional mistakes on my grammar and punctuation.  There is one thing I make no mistake about, and that is finding flaws when other people do it.  Here's another P.O.D. from Dallas, second one in a row. 

Now I love me some dessert - specifically cheesecake and key lime pie - as long as it ain't dry, like a desert.

Shame on you ROMA EXPRESS, check the work before the damage is done.

Not a total wash

Well, all this eating and drinking had me feeling pretty crappy.  I felt like I would need to be rolled out of here by the end of the trip.

Just got back from the hotel gym - awesome set up in there.  Plenty of machines, plenty of bikes, plenty of treadmills, plenty of free weights, plenty of people.  And I was one of them.  Now, repeat the food and beverage portion.  At least I don't feel like a total piece of doo-doo.

Headed to the MAT to meet some former teammates of mine from our days with the Silkworms.  Bottoms up!

Spare some change

Homeless people seem to be rampant in Dallas.  Not that they are anything like the homeless in NYC, they are pretty nonchalant.  They aren't up in your face, they ask for a quarter here and there, and they ask for donations for morning newspapers (the ones you get for free in the plastic containers - real estate, autos, etc.).  All you need to do is walk past them.  Some guy even read me poetry.  I gave him a buck.  I was duped.

There is, however, a large police presence in the downtown area.  They are always around, whether it be on foot, bicycle, motorcycle, car, or van.  They're all over, regulating on the homeless ass.  There was a lady yesterday on a street corner, behind a bench, laying in the grass.  It was brought to my attention by the five police officers who were trying to control the situation.  All they needed was one - the woman wasn't moving and was covered in grass and dirt.  I immediately began looking for blood but there was none.  She was just assed out.

Homeless beware, the cops are out.  In full force.

The homeless are fans of the Lakers/Celtics series though - there was a congregation of about four the other night for Game 5.  They stood outside the bar and peered in through the windows.  I told Lindsay that if I happened to be by myself, I would have invited them in and bought them a beer.  Then I would have left, leaving them to fend for themselves.

They don't really sleep during the day like the ones in NYC, they're pretty active.  They seem to always be crossing the street.

I'm a good soul.

Monday in Dallas

Today there were no celebrity sightings.  I took plenty of photos, but I feel as if they are of the same damn buildings.  Whatever, it's a good way to remember a trip - I try to find some good perspectives, good shots, and see how they turn out when I get them printed.

Went to lunch today at the Twisted Root Burger Co. - hey, Guy Fieri, if you're reading, I suggest you come here for Diners, Drive-Ins, & Dives - it's the freakin' coolest burger joint I've ever been in.  You walk up to the counter, order whatever you want, and get a name card.  I was Sean Connery and Lindsay was Uma Thurman.  The guy behind the counter calls your "name" over the mic, and you get your food.  I had some of their Twisted Pineapple Root Beer, pretty damn good.  Lindsay had a peanut butter milkshake. 

We then walked around for a while (2 hours) and stumbled upon the Dallas Farmer's Market - nothing as I had envisioned.  I figured it'd be more or less an outdoor flea market, but I was wrong.  It was a snooze fest.  We passed "The Petropolitan" on S. Harwood and went in.  There was a little short-haired dachshund there with very long fingernails, but damn that thing made me want to buy it.  Problem was, we're in Dallas, we have to take a flight home, and it was someone elses dog.  0-3, no deal.  I think it was a doggy day care kind of place.

We were then at a crossroads - go back to the hotel or keep trekking.  We chose the latter, and went back to Sol Irlandes to have a few afternoon cocktails.  I moved on from the Modelo Especial's from yesterday (#3 imported beer in the USA) to the Negra Modelo today.  That is basically what my Monday afternoon consisted of - walking around downtown Dallas and throwing back some short, fat bottles of beer.  Lindsay had a few sangria's.  We were sick to our stomach looking at real estate prices for the apartments/lofts located on Main St. in downtown.  It's sickening - $900 for a loft in the heart of the city.  If I lived here, I'd go to Sol Irlandes every day for a drink at lunch.  It's a pretty cool town, I assume I'd get used to the heat.  As it stands now, I sweat my ass off.

We are now back at the hotel, relaxing for a while before choosing a dinner spot for the evening.  Time for an afternoon, vacation nap.  There is no other time I can actually take a nap but on vacation.  There's really no other time I can actually have beers in the afternoon, either.  I feel like I am in a foreign country.  Minus the foreigners, plus hundreds of homeless dudes.  I tell you what, Dallas has an abundance of homeless people.  There was a guy wearing corduroy pants and a parka - it's 97° out man, lose the parka.

Nap time.  Spirit Airlines pilots are probably taking a nap too.  They sure ain't flying planes.