remember the alamo

i'm typing this from the middle of a plush king sized bed while watching conan o'brien's monologue.

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:

yee-haw! ride um cowboy.

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.

focker!

get it? gaylord? get it?

(crickets)

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.