I’m back in Texas again and I couldn’t be happier. No, really. Seriously. Stop laughing, I mean it. Look, like the song says, God blessed Texas. The song doesn’t mention that it was because Texas needed the help, but let’s not go there right now. Let’s just focus on the fact that I’m back in Dallas, which misspells “salad” backward, which is how the locals probably spell salad anyway when they’re not sucking their teeth and talking about Nascar.

Anyway. Happy thoughts.

I’m actually in Richardson, which is just outside of Dallas. Interestingly (not really), I’m staying at the same hotel I stayed at the last time I was here, just last month. I actually posted two entries from here last time, the standard View From Here entry, and a creepy- guy-behind- the-drawn-curtains- with-a-camera entry, where I took furtive photos of people laying out by the pool outside my room. Richardson is fun like that (not really).

I was in room 232 last time, with the winning view overlooking the pool and all its inhabitants. This time I’m two doors down and across the hall in room 235, with a fabulous view out the other side of the building looking out over a parking lot and some railroad tracks. There’s no semi-hot bikini clad babes over here, but there’s also no hairy men with their shorts hiked up into the cracks of their asses, so I’ll call it even. Here’s the view:

And here’s the room:

And now here’s me returning to the nightlife of Richardson. Next up: something on TBS, probably Full House.