Where the hell are all the bars?!

This weekend, I think I got an invitation to be initiated into a gang.

As you may or may not have known, I traveled down to Dallas this weekend on business. It was exhausting. AP and J - some friends from Fort Worth - traveled over to the Cheesecake Factory to eat dinner with me. The cheesecake was divine. The meal was just so-so.

But my company was super. We were having so much fun that we decided to run back to my hotel and ask them where the nightlife areas were downtown. She told us Deep Ellum was our best bet.

We found the area and cruised around. Then, before we knew it, some friendly boyz in da hood were cordially inviting us to be members of their local gang.

We were honored. I mean, it was so unexpected! I had my acceptance speech all prepared and everything. But alas. Unfortunately, we had to politely decline, claiming we didn't have enough tats. We were afraid we just wouldn't fit in.

Oh okay. So none of that happened. In fact, we never even got out of the car. It was awwwwfully sketchy looking down there. Eek.

After driving aimlessly around downtown Dallas looking for something - anything - to do, quiet J lets out a "WHERE THE HELL ARE ALL THE BARS DOWN HERE?!" We died laughing. All this for a stinkin' beer.

Well. At least we didn't get shot.