
We shared a few rounds of Guinness and hummus and talked about our pretty waitress. She had stitchy tattoos that made her look like Sally from Tim Burton’s Nightmare Before Christmas.

After drinks, I did something that would make my Dallas-raised parents’ and grandparents’ heads explode- I bought tacos at a stand with a tin roof. In the middle of Oak Cliff. At NIGHT. And ATE them sitting in a VACANT LOT. And they were the tastiest tacos ever. They also sold us Mexican orange soda in bottles and some concoction that entailed mixing corn, sour cream and cheese in a Styrofoam cup. I think it was called “Those White People Eat Anything.” But it was all yummy and worth a second visit. Then I drove home alone through the old parts of Oak Cliff listening to Elton John, “Stuck in the Middle With You”, and a new band called the Weepies.

If Blue whales listened to music on headphones, it would be the Weepies. They were smooth groovin’, lightly optimistic tunes that a whale would like to just swim around, nodding and boppin’ to in the deep, deep ocean.
Anyway, anyone who wants a swanky place to sit back and relax, I'm in to take you to the Belmont.
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