First off, Dallas, what they hell?
Secondly, Jenny and Nigel how the hell did you live here?
Our day began early, with a seven hour drive ahead of us waking at a sparrow's fart was imperative. More vast nothingness as we made a beeline for Texas, the Lone Star State. Our first stop across the boarder was the small hick town of Post. It was 'Game Day' (as we ascertained be eavesdropping on a couple of kids in the convenience store) so school was out early. Laura made friends with a cute little kid who waved at us in what can only be described as a 'fancy city slicker' car around those parts. In the McDonalds (only a pee break) Laura got stared down by some cheerleaders, while I got stared up. I don't think those girls had ever seen a well groomed, 6'1" blonde male in skinny jeans, driving a car with 'California' plates.
Some more driving, and about a million churches and evangelical god-bothering billboards later and we were in Dallas. The first thing we heard on the radio was the Dallas theme song!
Checking in to our hotel we caught the concierge off guard as he was sitting munching on some Cool Ranch Doritos. We realised that we might be in not the nicest part of town, but no matter, we would still enjoy what we had. That was until Laura got attacked by 57 twelve foot crickets, and suffered third degree burns at the mercy of what can only be described at the worst shower in the world!
We've decided to just get up tomorrow, see the 'Grassy Knoll' and get the hell out of this town. Houston here we come.
This is the post office and town hall at Post, TX.
Cotton fields, one of the only things to see in the vast nothingness of Texas!
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