When you think of Dallas do you think of the ancient TV show featuring JR Ewing? Perhaps, but regardless, one of the things you get to do in LSPland is drive there, down the murder expressway called I35. I did so today, bumper to bumper tailgating crazy at 85/90 mph. Whatev, same old.
Before long you get to the outer reaches of the massive DFW connurb, but keep on, foot on the pedal, and then there it is, rising like a gunmetal OZ, Dallas' skyline. No small thing and especially emerald impressive at night.
Don't be fooled, though. Get in amongst those gleaming glass and steel towers, which rise Babel to the sky, and what do you find? Beggars, indigents, homeless encampments and associated ne'er do wells chancing it in triple digit climate change. We've moved, you see, into SUMMER. It's like this ineluctable climatic progression.
That in mind, take the Illinois exit, head south on Zang past old and new ghetto housing and ride on 'til you hit Davies and Bishops Arts. Marvel at the throngs hanging out at various bars and eateries, wonder at multiple apartment blocks which have sprung up in the last couple of years, and mourn the tragic passing of Ten Bells and Hattie's, two BA stalwarts which went under post COVID.
Oh well. Hang a right opposite the appalling PHD Pourhouse sports bar and into this neat wine shop. Buy a bot and get into a convo with the staff. Like this:
"Hey, man, I saw you went into here by the door." You pause and reply, "Yeah, that's what I did."
"But why did you do it that way, was there, like, a METHOD?"
"Say again?"
"A method?"
"Sure there was. I walked in the door and spotted some kind of white zin on offer and wanted to look further, that's why I ended up by your fridge and this great bottle of Malbec."
"Wow, man, you sound like Elon Musk!"
"Is that a good thing, brother?"
"Yeah it it is, all good, man."
I looked at my tattooed counterparts, what were they, extras for Pirates of the Caribbean?, and gave both boys a sunny hello goodbye. Yeah, they'll be laughing when they're extradited to England. Good luck with that, stoneheads.
Vinter's done, fall back to Ma LSP, who's watching a neat show called, "Why Does Everyone Hate Meghan Markle?" What a good show. Surely not because she's a D-List, simpering, fraudulent, delta minus semi moron, social climber, gold digging Hollywood fool. Surely not, and a witch who ensorcelled Harry with her witch power. He, of course, is obviously an idiot.
Your Old Pal,
LSP
13 comments:
Dallas. Much like Las Vegas, a place to drive through. For a year or so did work for ATK Re-manufactured Engines, who moved to Grand Prairie from Fullerton. Sorry Texans, you don't have a monopoly on bat shit crazy drivers. Much like Democrats, they infest all big cities.
Pres. and Mr. Obama are very fond of Markle.
Learned a new word this morning: “ensorcelled”…glad I got up.
Markle is as you characterize…the result when Hollyweird burrows into the brains of its resident actor wannabes.
From Tay-Tay to Mr. and Mrs. Markle. This blog is where I visit to stay in the know on the crucial passing scene.
"When you think of Dallas do you think of the ancient TV show featuring JR Ewing?"
Nope! I think of lower humidity and Coors Light.
Huh?
Believe it or not, there was a time when Coors Light was not to be purchased in Houston. Anyone heading to Dallas from Houston, the closest place to get Coors, was required to come back with a trunk full of cases of Coors Light or suffer dire consequences. Those who scored a case or two suddenly had a gaggle of new "best friends."
And, even though the humidity in Houston was not all that bad when I lived there, Dallas always seemed just a tad drier.
When I think of Dallas, the first thing that comes to mind is the Black Hat Saloon:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GVUDFUmGSOM
WSF, sometimes I drive through Grand Prairie and wish I hadn't.
LL, you can just imagine them, all together at the seaside Climate Change threatened mansion on Martha's Vineyard. Perhaps Hillary would drop in, with GW, Abramovic and young Alex Soros. You know, for drinks.
No one, it seems, is fooled by Meghan's lack of talent, Paul. So there is that.
DOS, busy keeping a beady eye on the critical news cycle.
They're pretty similar today, Adrienne. DFW has it's own special "microclimate," maybe not as humid as Houston but still.
Vaguely on topic -- I remember visiting Dallas when I was a kid, in the '70s. So exciting! Heat, open top Merc sports cars, pools, gleaming buildings of reflecting glass rising to the sky. Such a lot of fun and so different to England.
Of course I look back on that English moment with love, fog rolling up Wantage Street in Oxford, sorta thing. So different to here and it's changed there. So.
Wild, you're a terribly bad influence. I feel I must post this.
I can well imagine you as a young sprout in love with Dallas. So different from your home. I was the same way with California when I was 13 yo. And, of course, I adored Houston from day one - until I didn't anymore. Sigh...
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