Saturday, July 29, 2006

Shopping Until One Drops

Allright, well not that much, but we did a little shopping today, after we had lunch with Morris and decided to go and run around.

Woke up rather late this morning, after a late night of blogging, and we made plans to have an early lunch at a Mexican place that we later heard was recently noted to have cockroaches milling about on the walls during the midday meal.

Had the debriefing about last night with K, tried to mention all the funny bits, but I'm certian I left a lot of stuff out. Lunch was roach free, and since we found ourselves with a lot of free time, we made our way to the Knox-Henderson shopping area which held no special interest today for some reason. We eventually went to the Northpark Mall and wandered Neiman's and the other over-priced shops contained therein, and finally called it a day around 4 in the afternoon. We headed back to the hotel for a bit of rest, and to make sure that the dog hadn't flipped out and chewed up everything in sight. K chilled with the television for a bit while I checked e-mail and then we switched places for awhile and I read a bit of one of my recently purchased treasures, Famous Monster Movie Art Of Basil Gogos, which I ran across at the comic store yesterday.

We'd made plans to go and have dinner this evening with Corinthian and Ellen Aim, as well as Morris and his new boyfriend Joe, at a fairly hidden place in downtown Dallas called Dakota's Steakhouse, which is actually located underground, and has only an elevator visible above-ground, and features a fountianed, well landscaped courtyard that offers a wonderful open-air environment for those so inclined. We had a table indoors, as it's quite hot and humid, and enjoyed a fabulous meal. It was during this meal that we found out about the little many legged visitor at the day's earlier restaurant, courtesy of Joe, who'd spotted it a few weeks ago. Since I saw nothing, I figure no harm, no foul, but it is a weird thing to hear after the fact.

After the meal, we wanted to try and have a drink at the bar in our hotel, which was apperently on the minds of everyone else in the fucking city, and after sitting in a line to get into the parking lot for the hotel, we said screw it, and went to a much quieter location, a different hotel bar, which was cool, though plagued by a loud piano chanteuse singing everything from "You're So Vain" to fucking "Dream On" by Aerosmith, which made we wanna go and try to con her into singing "Free Bird", since we're doing the classic rock theme.

Note to self, don't try to stay at a trendy hotel next time we're in Dallas, because for every cool space-age design element that I've thought was nifty, there's been a million things that I thought were kinda cheesy, and I can always do without the trendy fuckers dying to fight their way into the Ghost Bar or whatever the hell it was called on the upper floors.

We leave tomorrow for home, and may possibly be checking out a house which Corinthian and Ellen Aim are looking to buy, but aside from that, I personally am ready to be in my own bed as soon as we can. The pup is a weird complication as we head back, since we really don't think she tarvels all that well without a bit of barfing, so we're not that keen on stopping for lunch and shopping and hanging with friends, more content to simply head back and show this city my ass.

Be seeing you.

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Blogger Ellen Aim said...

I cannot believe it has a goddamn myspace page, what the fuck. *facepalm* Though I like the convenience of the slideshow pick-a-prostitute. Perhaps it's better we didn't end up there, I've never seen so much desperate trend so tightly compacted, surely it's dangerous. Must go now, sudden urge to buy fake titties and eat Double Mint Gum. Look at the black man they paid to be in their photo collection!

My kitten barfs in the car, too. Not a travellin' kitty.

Sunday, July 30, 2006 8:21:00 AM  
Blogger sKincarver said...

Basil is the shizzel.

" Look at the black man they paid to be in their photo collection!"
Bwaa-haaa! Maybe whiteness is why they call it the Ghost Bar.

Sunday, July 30, 2006 8:49:00 AM  
Blogger Mob said...

Ellen: EVERYONE in the free world has a Myspace account, even trendy image conscious bars that offer over-priced drinks.

Creepy: I think I may be looking into a print by Mr. Gogos for the computer room.

We saw a lot of black people in the hotel, I don't know why they didn't make it into the bar's photo-set.

Odd, that.

I was amused to notice that only the pretty people were photographed, save for about 5 specific people, who I can point out easily and say "How'd he get in?"

Sunday, July 30, 2006 11:02:00 AM  
Blogger Anastasia Beaverhouszen said...

Wow, a meal a La Cucarocha! Oh well, I hear they are full of protein. I laughed out loud to find out the "black man" on the Ghost Bar website was none other than Vince Young, lauded UT football player. Believe me he did not have to paid to be a friend. That many drunk white chicks to hit on in one spot is payment enough, considering he likes a lighter meat selection.
If only ya'll could have gotten in. Mob, you could have asked Vince what his favorite play was at the Rose Bowl!

Sunday, July 30, 2006 5:08:00 PM  
Blogger Mob said...

What's a Rose Bowl?

Sunday, July 30, 2006 6:14:00 PM  
Blogger Corinthian said...

It is probably best we didn't go to the Ghost Bar. It looks like they charge you five bucks just to look at a drink. Besides, I bet we'll see all the girls in the pictures swinging from a pole at my bachelor party. We can meet them then.

Sunday, July 30, 2006 6:17:00 PM  
Blogger Corinthian said...

I think the Rose Bowl is the one with the boats.

Sunday, July 30, 2006 6:18:00 PM  
Blogger Mob said...

Corinthian: Good point, well made.

Boats made of Roses? Now that's just crazy...

Sunday, July 30, 2006 7:56:00 PM  

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