Hi. Back from conference. Downtown Dallas was strangely quiet. We were on the 38th floor of the Sheraton, and we all kept looking down and wondering, "where is everyone? did the apocalypse happen while we were huddled in a wifi-less room?" But then last night some of us went to Dallas Fish Market (omg yum) and there were living (allegedly) people about, so I guess everything comes back to life on the weekends.
I had iced tea flavored with cardamom! And it was delicious! I don't even know what cardamom is!
Why do they call them "bitters" if they aren't bitter?
Re diets etc., I agree with Trudy regarding Atkind/low-carb, and I agree with Ginger about the difficulty of following a true paleo/ancestral diet, and I agree with Connie Neil and Beverly about bras.
Debet, I'm sorry. It's so hard, even when you know it's right.
Oh, that's because Dallas isn't a city, its a MALL.
At least it was when I lived nearby
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years ago. The "city" had no residential section. There were offices and stores, two movie theaters, and a couple of restaurants. There was a nice arts complex/park too. It was pleasant, but if nobody lives there and you might as well roll up most of the sidewalks at night I have a hard time calling it a city.
The couple times I've been in Dallas, I was surprised at how undowntown like downtown Dallas was. I don't remember there being many restaurants or things that attract people to hang out there at night, just banks and such.
I had iced tea flavored with cardamom! And it was delicious! I don't even know what cardamom is!
Cardamom is a spice, and it is one of the main components in spiced chais, but it does make a lovely tea when it is the only spice as well.
The park/theater complex had the restaurants I recall, and it was maybe sort of off to the side of the city? I went in on a Sunday once for some reason and the place looked like a film set. It was creepy.
I'm turning into the person who says "fuck it" and goes to the grocery store still gross and sweaty in my running clothes. I don't know how to feel about this.
I'm turning into the person who says "fuck it" and goes to the grocery store still gross and sweaty in my running clothes. I don't know how to feel about this.
I know Megan agrees with me that sweat pants are give up on life pants.
I'm not wearing sweatpants, and my running clothes are the opposite of giving up on life!
Not a lot of people wear sweat pants anymore, do they? I mean, I have one pair, and I don't even wear them to stretch class. They are strictly reserved for "It's fucking COLD tonight!" nights.
If it's bad, Pix, then at least you are in good company. I often wear my stretch clothes all day on the weekends, when I'm running errands, and at least half the other people at TJs seem to wearing their exercise gear.
I actually just feel good about the fact that I made it to the store. Plus, I made myself a tomato mozzarella basil salad for dinner, and it was so yummy.
