So here it is…a little late, but better late than never, right? At least this isn’t anything shocking to those of you who know me. Figured I should begin by poking a little fun at myself, considering the majority of sarcasm in this compilation of adventures is directed elsewhere. And why have I been selected to be a “guest blog writer” one may ask? I think Dr. Trouble may want to answer that question after she finishes reading! This is my chance to reiterate the events that transpired beginning at the time when my flashy northeastern news anchoring, hotshot reporting, partner in crime friend, who will be referred to as “Candy”, came to visit the “Big D”. Yes, she actually did come to visit a week after the get together at Vino 100 but I swear it was not supposed to happen that way. Anyway, Candy landed right on time, (unfortunately I couldn’t meet her as early as I had planned) but she still made it to her hotel, scored an upgraded room, and was ready for a night out on the town by the time I had left work that evening. I was anxious to meet Candy’s boyfriend, aka “Mr. Radiostar”, who had joined her on this escapade, not necessarily forewarned as to what could happen when the two of us got together. I had never met Mr. Radiostar in person; maybe an indirect “hello” here or there or a few telephone words after one of us had enjoyed a bottle of wine, but after voluntarily acting as our safe and courteous driver for the evening, he immediately won a gold star in my book…and so we were off. First stop, Primos for an introduction to sangria margaritas. Reminiscing, laughter, chips, and a need for dinner lead us to Simply Fondue. Unfortunately they couldn’t accommodate our 9:35 arrival so we navigated back to my neighborhood and on to Mi Cocina. I ordered everyone a round of Mambo Taxi’s, knowing that Candy would enjoy this treat. Before long, round 2 was beckoned, Candy had been quick with the “si si si", not realizing what she had done. Nonetheless, we didn’t refuse. The other New Yorker joined us just as we concluded our dinner, perfect timing to accompany us to O Bar. Myself, quite directionally impaired and the other New Yorker, (who has been to this bar many times before) conveniently sat in the back seat so Candy could navigate and Mr. Radiostar chauffeured to our destination. It was a pretty cool venue, drinks were plentiful and we played musical chairs while swapping partners and snapping numerous photos, definitely staying till closing. Day #1 – a success, Plan: reconvene for trip to Fort Worth stockyards at noon.
Day #2 – even though it was pouring rain, we headed out to Fort Worth. Lunch at an “authentic cowboy” restaurant was decent; however, the meal was surpassed by the stellar bar stools next door. Candy was adamant about watching THE cows strut their stuff down a long wet street filled with innocent umbrella holding bystanders, a true parade extravaganza, only to occur in a mere few hours. This event apparently was a “must see” so we killed time in a few random tourist shops, highlighted by a handful of fascinating small magnets that displayed utterly amusing dexterity, funky mobility and projectile strength, luckily we managed not to break anything (although close) while patiently anticipating the excitement of the cows. Go figure, they didn’t run due to lightning!
We reconvened that evening at my place, with the addition of Ms. Fabulous, a friend from Austin in town for the night, and the “ghost” of Dr. Trouble. Together we ventured off to find a fun locale. Interrupted before even making it out of the complex, “Mr. Austin” coincidentally found an old acquaintance and before long we were all off to Nikita. Drinks, drinks, and a few more drinks found us chatty amongst ourselves and inviting to others…ending up back at a party at my apartment complex with a novel group. After realizing the pizza that had been promised was a mere figment of the imagination, Ms. Fabulous, Candy, and Radiostar bonded over a late night breakfast, while Mr. Austin and myself stuck around to watch the early a.m. karaoke. It was nice to learn that Ms. Fabulous and my friend Candy had become “new best friends” over the short course of an evening, especially when considering the doubts that been expressed prior to their meeting. What can I say? I surely know how to pick em’! Too bad, Dr. Trouble missed out!
Candy and Radiostar left on Sunday, but not before denying us gals a quick dip and good laugh in the Westin’s very own “hot tub”, which turned out to be more of a luke warm cold tub, relatively speaking. After a solid hour of soaking, shivering, and rampant chatter, we were cold, shriveled, and frankly, very confused…where was the darn jacuzzi’s temperature control? But not to feel bad, not one of the strangers we had successfully allured over for assistance could figure it out!
That’s it folks….THE END.
Dr. Trouble's Addendum: Why the hell did I ask her to write a guest column???
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