Having done downtown, it had to be done and we decided to splurge on our last night and move from economy to luxe Dallas’ luxury hotel the ZaZa, The boutique hotel choice of Dallas’ rich and famous. Rather embarrasslngly the Lawrence hotel shulttle bus took us ther for free – but it did mean the bellhops knew where we had come from, i.e. the wrong side of the tracks
But “we’re worth it” We managed to check in early at 9.30 (not that we were desperate you understand) into our resplendent rooms of taffeta silk and gorgoeusness – felt like our first clean sheets in a fortnight – even Gill was happy to take her shoes off! This area is yuppiedom so obviously we feel at home and go to Starbucks down the road. All is quiet and we sit and blog for while. As we leave an hour later Dallas has woken up, but of course that just means more cars (lots of Porsches) and no one actually walking except us.
Back to the hotel to the pool where later on we find ourselves in some a late twenties/early 30’s socialites Sunday, who were all standing round in the pool smoking and drinking bottle after bottle of champagne. A DJ was doin’ some mixin’ on the poolside deck. We bowed to tradition and had cubes and a club sandwich – we needed to feel part of the “scene”. But the heat and booze got too much after five hours so back to the rooms for an aircon power nap. We are writing this from Primo’s to which we came this evening on the McKinney trolley (driven by someone who had had far too many pies – see photo) and have just enjoyed a texmex meal and a ‘rita or two.
London beckons...... but not until we’ve had the most expensive breakfast ever - $60 for coffee, orange juice and French toast with strawberries, cream, maple syrup and bacon – ouch!
But “we’re worth it” We managed to check in early at 9.30 (not that we were desperate you understand) into our resplendent rooms of taffeta silk and gorgoeusness – felt like our first clean sheets in a fortnight – even Gill was happy to take her shoes off! This area is yuppiedom so obviously we feel at home and go to Starbucks down the road. All is quiet and we sit and blog for while. As we leave an hour later Dallas has woken up, but of course that just means more cars (lots of Porsches) and no one actually walking except us.
Back to the hotel to the pool where later on we find ourselves in some a late twenties/early 30’s socialites Sunday, who were all standing round in the pool smoking and drinking bottle after bottle of champagne. A DJ was doin’ some mixin’ on the poolside deck. We bowed to tradition and had cubes and a club sandwich – we needed to feel part of the “scene”. But the heat and booze got too much after five hours so back to the rooms for an aircon power nap. We are writing this from Primo’s to which we came this evening on the McKinney trolley (driven by someone who had had far too many pies – see photo) and have just enjoyed a texmex meal and a ‘rita or two.
London beckons...... but not until we’ve had the most expensive breakfast ever - $60 for coffee, orange juice and French toast with strawberries, cream, maple syrup and bacon – ouch!
