From Lord Byron
From Lord Byron
…don’t do it!
It’s just not a good idea. As a city, Dallas, you are my friend, and a good one at that. I would like to stay friends with you and live with you for a while and the bottom line is: we don’t really like like eachother. We are just two young decent looking people who get a long and are currently not, well you know. Sorry to be harsh, Dallas, but you know I am right. Besides it is so expected. New York is assuming it, Austin said why not (that sly minx), Fort Worth is hoping Dallas and I act like “adults” and know the difference, and New Orleans, well New Orleans is always rooting for the carnal side of life. In a way it is a little boring in that regard. I mean yes, Dallas, you are a sweet talking city whose in good-getting-great shape and yes you made it quite clear you be willing, and yes it has been a while since I have been sweet talked and undressed with every other glance. But it would be bad and feelings would get hurt. So even after I had had a few to many the other night and convinced myself to do it anyway-I couldn’t. I stood there, outside your door at 3:30 in the morning, in nothing but an oxford and I could not make myself go in. It was kind of like when you look at the dessert menu or a box of cookies and think mmm, that would be tasty…maybe I should….nahhh and walk away. Yeah, kinda like that.
How do you make 5 great cocktails all with at least 5 ingredients in less than 1 minute while taking money for the 5 you made 1 minute ago and talking to the crowd of three deep who each want 5 more?
I don’t know either, but tonight is my first weekend night at a scenester bar where I was told the bartender’s motto is “if your not shaking three tins your moving too slow”
This is exactly how I feel every time I have tried to quit drinking coffee…too funny. Not that I dont throughly enjoy tea on occasion, just not in the morning when I really just want coffee
Dallas, you cannot be serious! These boutiques have got to be a joke right? Store after store of so bad they became actually awesome. How can you have so many adorably designed independently owned restaurants and have such gawd awful taste in women’s clothes, all in the same neighborhood? We will work on this together, I promise. Other than that Dallas is being great friend, today I lay in the cool water of the bright blue pool listening to not a soul in sight. That is magical! In New York I was never alone, especially at a pool on a nice day. There was the quiet hum of the central AC unit, the rustling of the tree leaves and the beautiful songs of the summer birds. Big D, today you are healing my heart.
I found this on a house in New Orleans and I knew I needed a picture for future smiles. Yesterday was that day. After hitting up a Tiki bar with my new city Dallas on Sunday I drunk dialed New York at 4am. Bad, bad idea. Monday was spent laying on the couch in the dark thinking OMG what have I done! I missed the New York sounds that make him so cool, Dallas is many things but he is not a city to claim cool. I missed New York’s heart, made of so many cultures, and his conversations that felt so much more elite than Dallas’s. For the first time since I drove out of New York I felt heartbroken.