We left Dallas early after another jetlagged restless night. Some taxi drivers we had were baffled as to why we stayed in the area we did. They thought we should be downtown seeing the sights. Realistically we wouldn't have had the energy to do that anyway so it felt like a perfect place for us to stay, off the beaten track a bit and taking in a bit of the less glamorous side of Dallas.
We arrived in Toronto to get the message from Rich that we could go to a new Justin Bieber doco. The boys said some disparaging things about him but then both happily agreed to go. So they were put to work straight away to give feedback about whether it was worth buying. We sat with some hard core, young, screaming biebsters who groaned and clapped and cheered and cried all through the film which was probably the most entertaining part of the screening. Their passion and love for him is astonishing and pretty sweet too. Wouldn't really matter what the film was like because millions of girls are going to flock to this no matter what although the boys did advise only to get it if it was a reasonable price!!
Sunday, 8 September 2013
Wipeout
Dallas was a bit of a wipeout. Leo got a cold on the plane and Jed had a 24 hour vomiting bug! Somehow though it all sort of worked out in the end.
We were excited to go to SMOKE which was the restaurant attached to our hotel. It rates pretty highly on the Dallas food scene. They have their own smokehouse so you could constantly smell a sweet, smokey aroma while walking round the grounds of the hotel. The boys were excited to order root beers and we ordered up ribs and pulled hog!! (yes I was hungry from the flight and thought the serving very un-Texan like in it's size but it was more than sufficient ). Just as Jed was sinking his teeth into his first rib he was struck with some rather dramatic and agonizing stomach cramps. After scoffing our dinner and getting his to go we ushered him back to the room where there was further writhing around until he fell asleep. We all had fitful sleeps and he seemed a bit better in the morning but was famished. We got the hotel to drop us at the nearest suburb, an offbeat, artsy little area called the Bishops Arts District. Jed proceeded to vomit in the flowerbeds outside a fancy little shop. He stopped long enough for us to have some Breaky before hot footing it back to our hotel where he again emptied his recently consumed breakfast onto the driveway of the hotel!! The staff at the Belmont Hotel were so sweet and understanding. Checking on us regularly and bringing him icy ginger ale to sooth his tum. It was such a great place to rest and recooperate and the boys just enjoyed watching some terrible American TV. I'm happy to say by that afternoon he had made a remarkable recovery (he was literally cartwheeling around the lawn) and he was finally able to enjoy some of those smokey ribs for dinner.
We were excited to go to SMOKE which was the restaurant attached to our hotel. It rates pretty highly on the Dallas food scene. They have their own smokehouse so you could constantly smell a sweet, smokey aroma while walking round the grounds of the hotel. The boys were excited to order root beers and we ordered up ribs and pulled hog!! (yes I was hungry from the flight and thought the serving very un-Texan like in it's size but it was more than sufficient ). Just as Jed was sinking his teeth into his first rib he was struck with some rather dramatic and agonizing stomach cramps. After scoffing our dinner and getting his to go we ushered him back to the room where there was further writhing around until he fell asleep. We all had fitful sleeps and he seemed a bit better in the morning but was famished. We got the hotel to drop us at the nearest suburb, an offbeat, artsy little area called the Bishops Arts District. Jed proceeded to vomit in the flowerbeds outside a fancy little shop. He stopped long enough for us to have some Breaky before hot footing it back to our hotel where he again emptied his recently consumed breakfast onto the driveway of the hotel!! The staff at the Belmont Hotel were so sweet and understanding. Checking on us regularly and bringing him icy ginger ale to sooth his tum. It was such a great place to rest and recooperate and the boys just enjoyed watching some terrible American TV. I'm happy to say by that afternoon he had made a remarkable recovery (he was literally cartwheeling around the lawn) and he was finally able to enjoy some of those smokey ribs for dinner.
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