i just ate a late dinner at a restaurant called 'the texan'.
i've seen carpet with cowboy hats, horseshoes and cactus'.
there's a lazy river outside my window.
to my right is a leather bound chair and ottoman that smells of rich mahogany.
to my left is this:
i think it's safe to assume that i'm not in cleveland anymore.
goodbye ohio, hello texas.
grapevine, texas to be exact, for a client convention - and i've shacked up at the gaylord texan hotel and convention center.
get it? gaylord? get it?
yeah, that was a pretty bad joke - i'll stop - i have a sexy cowboy (or indian) to find.
p.s. could i have been anymore stereotypical in my texas comments? i think not.