It’s Christmas time in Dallas.
There are leaves on the ground, but the temperature still hits the low 70s almost every day.
Although it is not quite tropical Christmas experience that I had in Miami, it is still way more pleasant than Minnesota. At least I can still trot around in shorts!
Life has been very full lately with work, sprawling dog walks, dates, holiday parties, and marathons of The Good Wife.
My cup runneth over again.
Elaborate Christmas decorations in Highland Park, Dallas.
Gunter’s leather doggy jacket.
Arlington Hall at Lee Park, in Turtle Creek / Uptown, Dallas.
The Dallas Stars and some Ice Girls at the Dallas vs. Columbus game.
Ingrid the Labradoodle puppy, exhausted after playing outside.
Fall Leaves in Dallas
The beginning of a Puppy Fight at the Katy Trail Ice House.
Decorative Cabbage is all over Dallas. It’s fancy, I suppose.
Runners at the 2015 Dallas Marathon. Turtle Creek Highrise Neighborhood.
Runners at the 2015 Dallas Marathon. Turtle Creek Highrise Neighborhood.
Candice, Collin and I at British Beverage Company in Uptown, Dallas
Gunter yawning in his elf outfit. He’s unamused.
Christmas in the gayborhood means plenty of parties.
From open bars in my building’s lobby, dinners with neighbors, and raging house parties, there is plenty to eat and drink.
I’m hoping to make it through this season without gaining too much more weight. (It’s not going to well so far.)
Brunch at Campuzano, in Oak Lawn, Dallas.
Duvel is my favorite beer, which is why I brought it to the Christmas Party.
iLume Park Christmas Party in the lobby.
Equality Vodka hosted a breakfast cocktail party at iLume Park.
I became an official Texan last week.
The decision was due to paranoia about tolls – in Dallas most of the highways are toll roads. Instead of paying at a toll plaza, cameras simply take pictures of your license plates and bills are sent through the mail.
The problem is that I haven’t received any bills yet, and I’m not sure whether my toll bills were sent to Minnesota. The company in charge of the toll roads says that they have no record under my Minnesota plates, which I think is suspicious.
Regardless, I didn’t want to be one of those people who finds out that they owe $100,000 in tolls, so I decided it would be safer if I get a Texas license and plates.
I had to give up my Minnesota license in order to avoid taking a driving exam, so I am an official Texan now.
Now I’m just missing a cowboy hat and a gun.
Perhaps those are next.
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