Dallas!!

The freeways are madways and the turn signals are meaningless.  I woke up in a smashing hotel room every morning and ran quickly to the SUV, the only way to get around in Texas!

So I covered my tattoos and put on some heels and a skirt to visit a bad recruit. 

 In research, a bad recruit is a person you have no business talking to that has somehow managed to pass through the screening process.  I am doing research for home appliances; my recruit lives in a motel.  I am supposed to be asking about washing machines and flat screen TVs; my recruit’s last purchase was a microwave, because he “put a hamburger with some foil in the last microwave, and then it exploded, so you know, gotta go get a new one.”

   This may or may not be a screen grab of my experience. 

 It’s not like I’ve never been in a motel room with a couple of really high dudes before.  It’s just that I’m usually NOT filming the entire time and being asked for money at the end.  Although I hear that’s a pretty lucrative career.

More barbecue, more Texas parking lots, more people to talk to. 

I must say there was a marked difference between Houston and Dallas—Dallas is for SURE the more urban of the two cities, despite Houston’s size.  This wasn’t my first retail research experience in Dallas.  I can tell you those people love the Cowboys.

A great part of Dallas was the swimming pool I did about fifty laps in one night. 

 Talking to an Anita Pallenberg lookalike for forever on the phone was a good night too.   She was in Oregon; I was in Texas; this is what she looks like: 

Looks like:  Anita Pallenberg.  Acts like:  Jerri Blank.

I was inspired by this post but in a somewhat macabre type mood.  I definitely did NOT GO HERE:

Sushi buffet from a landlocked state–????

By the end of my Texas stay, I’d missed a plane flight, consumed more dead flesh than a gargoyle, fallen in love with a sport utility vehicle, and gathered about 8 little hotel soaps.  It was time to go south.  Even farther south. To the red stick.