I did not make any plans for my 30th birthday (to the exasperation of my friends.)
My neighbors tried to make plans when we met at the dog park.
Jack: “You’re not celebrating?!”
Jill: “You have to do something for your 30th!”
Me: “I am not a big holiday person, and a big party feels gauche in light of the Dallas shootings.”
Jack: “I get that, but you should do something.”
Me: “Like what? Pool time? Bars and drag shows? Brunch? That’s every weekend.”
Jill: “Yeah, living in Oak Lawn is kind of a permanent vacation.”
We did get out of the house this weekend, spent some serious time at the pool, and even had a few long walks downtown.
New and old buildings at the edge of downtown Dallas (near the farmers’ market.)
A mannequin with a fabulous hat at Flower Reign in Oak Lawn, Dallas.
A closed bar near the Dallas Medical District – this is right by the walk-up Starbucks.
Pool time at iLume Park in Oak Lawn. Dallas.
A damaged street light in Uptown Dallas.
iLume Park at night as seen from the iLume-proper parking garage.
The W Hotel and Cirque Apartments in the Victory Park neighborhood.
The Masonic Temple at the end of downtown Dallas.
Construction in Dallas’s Harwood / Victory Park District.
Our brunch view: Museum tower right on Klyde Warren Park.
Overheard in Oak Lawn
The catty quotes are one of the best things about living in a gayborhood. I’ve started writing down the best lines.
On the rooftop of JR’s Bar and Grill: “I love how you can see all of the bald spots from here.”
Getting ready for brunch: “That shirt looks fine, but you know how I feel about wearing white in public.”
At brunch: “Funny how much you have in common with people when you’re drunk.”
In the pool: “Oh, you’re a cop? I thought you looked familiar! You booked me for my DUI!”
On the way to the pool: “Ugh. We need more aggressive bathing suits.”
Bringing takeout home: “Wait, why are there twinkies?”
A generous condiment package from Cedar Springs Taphouse, including Twinkies.
A beautiful Presbyterian church in downtown Dallas.
A prank played on a Dallas police car (this was before the shootings)
The Bank of America Tower in downtown Dallas, which ironically did not have an open BOA ATM.
Exploring the Crescent Mall in downtown Dallas.
This is also my last week at Thomson Reuters.
I am offloading my accounts to coworkers, closing out an obscene amount of outdated workflow, and making sure that everything is in order before I skip off to The Dallas Morning News.
One of the remaining things that I have to figure out is how to get my equipment back to Eagan. I am unreasonably flustered about having to mail computer equipment, but I am sure they’ll appreciate my bubble-wrapping skills.
I also still haven’t determined whether I am going to drive, bike, or bus to my new office.
Maybe it’s time to invest in a hoverboard?
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