On our way home, Scott
and I stopped aside Interstate 10 to take snapshot of this sign because
that's where Shirley Q. Liquor stay.
(Our trip
to see "Dralion" in Dallas)
This trip occurred a little over a year ago,
November of 2001 yet I somehow just managed to get it up on the site today.
Merry Christmas 2002, by the way!
Scott and I arrived at our
hotel, The Wyndham Garden, at approximately 11:35am. Despite the fact
that it was cold like a monkey, I was wearing shorts. The weather
there turned really cold while we were actually driving up – that’s
the nasty, nasty looks on our faces. We didn’t plan on that type of
cold. It was 29° outside with absolutely no humidity; the air was
crisp and unforgiving. And boy, were we glad to be indoors.
Scott was getting his clothes ready
for the Cirque du Soleil show that night, and I decided to call up my
friend Kevin to show me around the gay part of Dallas, Oak Lawn. Also
known as FagLawn, if you’re bitter.
Kevin arrives at our hotel all
bundled up. Living in Dallas, Texas, you'd never know he OWNS a large jacket, a scarf, and gloves. None of which I
had; oh how
I envied him. Notice I’ve changed into something a little more
appropriate – A SWEATER.
This, ladies and gentlemen,
is the Cirque du Soleil Dralion big top tent. Suuuuuure it LOOKS
small, but once you’re inside you’re blown away by how large it
actually is. I mean, they hold an entire circus in there – INCLUDING
the audience for cryin’ out loud. It is unreal: if you haven’t seen a
Cirque du Soleil show, shame on you.
During Dralion's intermission,
Scott and I go back outside. Why? I don’t know. The cold was in the
single digits and all I boasted was a turtleneck and a leather
jacket. Once again notice the nasty looks on our faces.
I made Scott take
a photo of me standing next to a 2003 Lincoln Blackwood. It’s the
closest I’ll ever get to owning one. Lincoln
is the proud sponsor of Dralion, so naturally there were beautiful
cars strewn about. Sadly, the blistering cold persuaded us against
seeing them all. And please do not hesitate to notice how ignunt the
blistering cold makes one look.
The juggling act, written
and performed by Victor Kee, was said to have originated from
Victor’s love for Scott. Scott and Victor are star-crossed lovers,
and have been for some time. Here you’ll see us posing affront
Victor’s picture. We actually had the chance to meet Victor IF we’d
have stayed two days extra. Kendell, a member of the Cirque staff,
invited us to the Cirque VIP party that, sadly, wasn’t until the
Sunday we were scheduled to arrive back home. Had we the money to
stay two days longer, we sho nuff would have.
On the way home from the
show, we took an eight- or ten-lane highway back to our hotel. Every
five minutes, we saw a car wreck to our right with cops and lit
flares. Every single car on that highway, including ours, had it's
hazard lights blinking and moved very slowly. It took us 45 minutes to
get from downtown Dallas to the Wyndham Garden Hotel. Now you know
that’s ignunt. As bored as we were with that whole situation, we
decided to take a picture of it and make everyone look at it. Its
kinda blurry, but what do you want me to do about it?
It
seems as though Scott has encountered some financial trouble. As
nice as the hotel was, it was just as stupid. They put a hold on a
substantial sum of money from Scott's credit account for
"collateral" purposes.
Despite all the terribbuh termerl (terrible turmoil), I still
manage to keep spirits up and take plenty pictures of myself in the
morning sun. You may notice Scott in the background sitting at that
little desk. He is on the telephone still fighting bitching yelling
and hissing at the front desk of the Wyndham Garden. Fierce, honey.
Fierce.
