Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the cliiiiiimb
I find my knowledge of Miley Cyrus a tad disconcerting. It really devalues my cool factor. And you know how cool I am, beloved blog reader: the Broadway-musical-loving geek who thinks Journey is the greatest rock band ever. Alongside Donny & Marie of course.
Well it's a good thing that it "ain't about how fast I get there," because it took forever to just reach Dallas, the second leg of our American Airlines, Isabel-inspired tour of the continental United States. Thank goodness our Australian flight attendant kept us mellow with a series of complimentary alcoholic beverages. She snuck them to us repeatedly, but each time pressed her finger against her lips as if to say "tell anyone about this, and I sic the kangaroos on you."
Thoroughly blitzed, Joe got the munchies the second we landed, so it was off to find grub. I really can't be held accountable for the endless Sue-Ellen and Miss Ellie jokes I made along the way. Once again Joe was just happy I wasn't singing because I couldn't remember the Dallas theme song.
|It smelled good when we walked by.|
|It looked good when it arrived.|
Still, they sold Mike's Hard Lemonade so it wasn't a total waste. Off to the gift shop!
|Go Longhorns! UT has one of the cheapest in-state medical schools in the country. Not that I haven't already looked into it extensively for Daniel. No pressure, kid.|
After a quick tram ride and a glimpse of downtown Dallas, we were once again in search of an airport bar:
|Joe just kept getting happier and happier as the day progressed.|
|Joe: "Hey kids, look! It's Big Ben...and Parliament!"|
I've got to wrap up the blog for today as we just got back from a Sox game and I've got to be up early to give the kids baths before school, so more later.
Up Next: A Drink to Dallas and Hello Vegas???