What a weekend! There were long dog walks on the Katy Trail, new restaurants, drag shows, and lots of new friends from all over the world.
There was John from Arkansas, Matt from Boston, Walter from Chicago, Carlos from Mexico, Victor, Geoffroy, and Kenneth – all from France… no one seems to be from Dallas, but so many people wind up here.
Well, except for Ty.
Ty is from Dallas. He’s the exception.
The large number of recent arrivals is why it is so easy to meet people in Dallas.
Most people are new and open to making new friends. It feels silly to point that out, but this is a huge contrast to Minnesota, where the saying was “A Minnesotan will give you directions to anywhere except their house.”
A full article about that is here, and my whining is here.
The friendliness backfired this weekend.
We met one group of people at JR’s. Introductions were made, and people discussed where they came from and what they did for work.
Jack: “I am a Walmart manager.”
Me: “Oh that is so interesting! Our friend Jill works at Walmart too! I think she was Cedar Springs Taphouse. Let me text her.”
Jack: “Oh great…”
Jill arrives and Jack looks alarmed.