Saturday, June 5, 2010

The Big D

I've traveled quite a lot in my short life, but never had I really gone to the Southern states. I've been to Oklahoma a few times, but I've only been to Texas via the Dallas/Ft. Worth airport. So, when I road-tripped down there last week, I was in for a major shock. Did you know it's fucking hot down there? I've heard it's hot, but I was in for a rude awakening. My first day in Oklahoma City, I ended up somehow walking eight blocks out of my way on my way to the ballpark and I was drenched in sweat. I looked like I had just gotten out of the shower. (What a great first impression I'm sure I made on my fellow volunteers. "Uh, what the hell is wrong with that girl-man? She's sweating like she's a 70-year-old male running a marathon." But despite the sweat I seeped in OKC, Dallas was a much different story. I would just have to THINK about going outside and I would start sweating. AND IT'S LATE MAY! It's the kind of heat that Nebraska feels on July 30! Even though the heat was scorching, I ended up feeling right at home in Dallas.

I was driving back from my friends' house late on Monday night and happened to turn on the radio. I'm an English geek and usually I listen to book on tape everywhere I go, but I had just wrapped up some Nora Roberts book so I flipped to talk radio. A guy (undoubtedly a Husker fan) called in and was comparing the Nebraska-Texas rivalry to the Lakers-Celtics rivalry. Husker fans are EVERYWHERE. So I immediately felt confident in my decision to move to Dallas, even if I have to put up with thousands of UT fans. Ugh.

On that same drive home, I decided to turn off my GPS because I was also confident in ability to navigate around Dallas. Poor f'n decision. I was screwed from the start of my travels because I turn right instead of left out of my friends' apartment. I ended up traveling seven miles to the East of where I was supposed to be. However, I found a nice Jack in the Box open to fill my taco craving. I also found a fortune telling place open at 2 a.m. Nebraska doesn't even have fortune telling places. This place looked legit. Too bad I didn't know where I was because now I have no idea how to get back.

The final part of my trip to Dallas that made me feel right at home was the SHOPPING. Holy shitake risotto! There were outlet malls EVERYWHERE. I could cry.

I move down in late June, so if anyone wants to partake in some fortune telling or shopping with me, LET ME KNOW!

1 comment:

  1. You were driving home from my house! I'm the "friend"! :-)