21 HOURS IN DALLAS

I spent all of 21 hours in Dallas this week. Hour 0: Grabbed a taxi at the airport.

Watched the sun set through the trees as we hit the road, windows wide open. “You want AC or you want fresh air?” the cab driver said. “Fresh air, please.” I said, wondering to myself how fresh this Texas airport air could really be.

Hour 0.5: Getting closer to the city, the sun is almost down.

Hour 1: Hello Fairmont mini-bar. You will remain untouched because your prices are far too outrageous.

Hello fluffy hotel bed. I laid down and watched TV for a bit, seems like a must when you arrive at a hotel room by yourself.

Hour 2: Spent at the hotel gym. Hour 3: Spent patting myself on the back for going to the gym. And taking a shower. Hour 4: Room service dinner arrives, spring pea risotto with morels, artichokes and parmesan — a disappoinment (there was like a half a morel in there). There was warm bread and a little surprise dessert though, that makes me happy.

Hour 5: One last look out the window before lights went out. That billboard with the huge woman’s face creeped me out more than once. Hour 5.5-13: Sleep.

Hour 13: Good morning Dallas. Watched some morning-TV. Hour 14-17: Worked at the hotel. Hour 17-19: At the meeting I came for.

Hour 20: A sub at the airport gate. Hour 21: Goodbye Dallas, I feel like we barely got to know eachother.