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Wed, April 26

Fry My Pie

I know you thought you’d never hear me say this but…(iloveddallas.) What? Please speak up. WHAT DID YOU SAY? (I said I loved Dallas.) You what? Ok, I really really loved it. Even though I was the only brunette with less than a D cup but hey...Its cool to stand out.

We left on Thursday and arrived in time to heat up some ordered in pizza (delivery stops at like, 8pm) at Emily and Jon’s house. It was so weird to see Em as a married woman complete with household and garbage disposal (I know that is random, but you never see a garbage disposal in the city. It’s almost a symbol of suburban matrimonial life.) The pizza didn’t hold a candle to New York’s pies, but when you’ve been avoiding grain products all week for Passover, ANY bread will do. We drank wine and caught up, then passed out on our air mattress. Em has become Susie Homemaker: She laid out a basket in the “guest bathroom” (haha I know. An extra bathroom? Insane!) with new shampoo and conditioner, body wash and lotion all in purple bottles. It was too much. We woke up the next morning, and J and Em went to find a Starbucks (she insisted on driving with J to show him where it was, afraid he’d get lost. It was down two blocks and to the right) then made us eggs and burnt bacon (and that’s how I like it.)

J really wanted to see the Dallas Museum of Art. What a beautiful museum. Sadly, I think it is only used for school trips and giant gala fundraisers. There was hardly a soul in it. That’s the funny thing about Dallas—there’s all this space and hardly anyone filling it. There must have been ten people total in the museum, besides the elementary Catholic school kids on a field trip. I’m pretty sure the other 7 people were out-of-towners too. We looked at the Greek and Roman pottery and sculpture, and moved onto European art. There was a very striking painting of Jesus and Pontius Pilate where the light forced the viewer’s eye to concentrate on Jesus’ battered body. One of the Catholic school boys walked up to it with his classmate and said, “Do you know what’s going on here?” The other boy responded, “I have no idea.” Then they looked at each other, both shrugged, and ran off. What do they teach kids in religious schools anyway? I was surprised to find a Goya sketch hidden in a little cranny of the museum. There was a beautiful Courbet that I’d never seen before ("Fox in the Snow"). We also visited the sculpture garden, which had this awesome sculpture of people walking up a pole into the sky. I’ll try to post a picture. The weather was so beautiful. It was a perfect day.

Em took us to a hole in the wall, real Texas BBQ place: Peggy Sue BBQ. Say that out loud. Just rolls off your tongue. Emily ordered a brisket quesadilla, which was so good, J made us go back again the next day with friends from the wedding party so we could order our own. The T-shirts that the servers wore said, “Fry My Pie.”Did you know that they fry pies in Texas? I didn’t either. Talk about heavy food.

We walked off lunch at a nearby park and sat on the dock. J played us tunes off of his cell phone and we made voice overs for the ducks swimming by. “Hey buddy! Hands off! That’s my chick!” On our walk back, we saw a guy on a bike get yelled at for taking pictures of one of the houses lining the lake. “I swear I was just looking at a black bird. I wasn’t trying to er, I mean. I was only taking a picture! I meant no harm.” Maybe someone famous was in the house. I don’t know—but they required lawn security.

Jon came home to Em, J and I passing out in the living room. It felt kind of like, “Yay! Daddy’s home!” We all got ready, and Jon made us drinks. It was only 6pm and we went from vodka tonics to Flaming Dr. Peppers. For the first time in my whole life I had a “Mind Eraser.” We were encouraged to take our drinks in the car in plastic cups. This is actually legal in Texas.

Dinner was with Em’s Texas friends at a happening Tex Mex place. It was so funny to see all these young people out and about while it was still daylight while we NYC folk tend to eat as late as midnight on weekends. We weren’t even hungry, but we made room for “Mambo Taxis”: a blend of frozen margherita and sangria. Em wanted us all to go to a honky-tonk place called Gillies to ride the mechanical bull, but no one except for me was into it. Everyone feigned not knowing where Gillies was. So J and I said goodbye and headed over to the post-rehearsal dinner for the next day’s wedding. I was too exhausted to feel like making a good impression on his high school friends, but it was nice to finally meet some of them. I guess we hit it off because we all had a blast together dancing at the wedding the next day.

After the aforementioned 2nd visit to Peggy Sues, J and I visited the rooftop hotel pool. Even though it was icky and ice cold, I did a few laps. Then it was time to get ready for the ceremony.

I never know what to do when I’m in a church. Do I say “amen” after the prayers? Do I not say anything or is that rude? Its awkward for a Jew.

The wedding was fun once people started dancing. There was major Elvis love from the band. J tried to get a line dance going, but he was the only one excited about it. It wasn’t the cow boy hat Texas wedding we’d gotten in Vegas for Em and Jon…But we were happy that they held onto the Texas tradition of having a chocolate groom’s cake. ;)

I was the only one there not married or engaged. I can’t believe all his friends are in such a different stage of life than I am. They all LOOK as young as I do. But their lives are so different. Their every day conversation includes phrases that start with, “My husband.”

The next day J and I went for a walk and explored a park that had this cool structure in it. It was very linear, and had a still water pool that somehow always stays exactly at the same level, and a running waterfall. I guess we were trespassing ‘cuz this State Trooper looking security guy came over and told us he’d spotted us from one of the 24 hidden cameras in the park. Apparently it was “private property” and we “wuz trespassin’.” He had all of three teeth (yellow), and a moustache like the “Colonel” from the Kentucky Friend Chicken logo. Em and Jon drove up just in time to pick us up for our goodbye brunch.

Em and Jon are building a house. A house! Four bedrooms. They promised when we come visit again we can stay in one of the guest bedrooms. I am so there. I miss my Emmy so much.

Posted by lexzog at April 26, 2006 02:34 PM

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