Tracy Calabrese

It’s too bad it is almost over, but I am happy to report that I did everything that I had planned to do (minus CB’s birthday), plus a few a extra things this weekend.

The Dallas Vigilantes game was…interesting. The key was to find a cute player and cheer him on and that made it fun. After the game, my friend Ashley and I went to see our fave bartender at Vickery Park.

The Dallas Flea was super cute, although I didn’t buy anything. Wicked was amazing (see earlier post) and dinner at Jorge’s at One Arts Plaza was delicious. It was good to spend the day with my mom.

I spent 4 hours at the pool today with Ashley. Ate at Rusty Taco on Greenville, which I have wanted to hit up ever since I saw it on Thrillist. Had some froyo at Yogurtland, which is by far the best froyo place in Dallas and worth the short drive up to Northwest Highway, across from Northpark. I ended the afternoon watching Transformers 2, which I had to see after watching Transformers on TV on Saturday night. That Shia LaBeouf is just so cute and the movie was good, despite hearing that it wasn’t.

This week is going to be super busy at work, but after this weekend, I feel good. Happy. Relaxed. For now. Tomorrow is another story.

Last weekend was a good one. It’s been a while since I have had a really good, blog-worthy weekend in Dallas, so I thought I would recap it.

• Friday - After work, I went shopping with my friend Ashley and then we sat at Time Out Tavern, a total dive bar on Lovers and Inwood, with a few drinks and caught up. We complained about work, she bitched out her ex (literally) and then we deleted him from her phone and I talked about how I hate the dating scene.
• Saturday - My parents came down for the day. My mom and I went to see The Color Purple at Music Hall at Fair Park (amazing!) and then had dinner at Fireside Pies. Yum! My dad stayed at my condo and put shelves up in my closets. His loss. Later that night, I went to see my coworker, Jenny, sing with the band Bricks in the Wall, a Pink Floyd cover band, at House of Blues. A bunch of friends and coworkers and came out and after the show we went to The Bank downtown. After paying $20 (seriously?!) to valet, it was quite the interesting scene. Downtown is so much more diverse than Uptown or Knox-Henderson. It’s a refreshing change of scenery (especially since I hate the Uptown scene lately), but you also run into a very strange mix of people…like a strange, extremely short chick who decided she wanted to dance with me in a completely inappropriate way. We spent a couple of hours getting bumped into and drinking overpriced booze and on the way out, ran into a friend of a friend which led to a late-night gathering at a friend of that friends’ condo, which happened to be 18 floors above the club. I finally got home at 3:30am.
• Sunday - Wished I could have slept past 7:30am. Grocery shopped, ran errands, vacuumed, sat on my couch, napped and made soup. It was a nice, relaxing way to end the weekend.

…feel like meeting me at the McKinney Avenue Tavern (the MAT) tonight? I will buy you a drink, maybe even two, if you will come and sit there with me for an hour.

Promise.

PS - This is for work. Seriously. I have a cool job and get to go to bars. And you should come with me.

*UPDATE - Thank you, Jenny!

I hate having high expectations. I am almost always let down.

Tonight started out with dinner and drinks with friends at Hully & Mo’s in Uptown. I got there and everyone was already talking about an impromptu trip to New Orleans tomorrow (or today!) and I was so down with booking a ticket tonight. I could leave tomorrow early afternoon and come home Sunday morning in time to meet with my dad and the real estate agent to see condos/townhouses and be to work on Monday for my daily 7:30am conference call.

We all went to our (me, Ashley and Makenzie’s) office and attempted to book tickets.

It all sounded good when we “talking” about it, but when it came down to spending almost $400 for a plane ticket and who knows how much for booze (first priority) and food, I just couldn’t justify it. I am sorry, but that is a lot of money for less then 12 hours.

I know it is/was a once in a lifetime experience, but still. My dad is taking me out on Sunday. Maybe it is only child syndrome, but when my father takes the time to do something for me, it really doesn’t matter what comes up. I have to be there. He is my dad and I wouldn’t just bail on him for however many hundreds of dollars and a once in a lifetime experience. He is my dad, my family, and I couldn’t - wouldn’t - do that.

I honestly don’t know why I take things so personally, but I do. And now, I feel responsible for my friends NOT going to New Orleans tomorrow. I ended up bailing on them tonight and coming home early. I ended up upset with tears in my eyes. I missed cheesy 80’s music. I missed spending a few more hours with them. I bet I missed some good times.

For a night out with good friends.

There will be good food and probably one too many good drinks too.

Hello cute guy in the hat and the white t-shirt who works at Vickery Park on Henderson.

We talked about Skittles for 10 seconds (ya’ll reading this had to be there) and then you had to go back to delivering beers and stacking glasses. I didn’t catch your name and we only exchanged a few glances, but I think you are cute. And I want you to know that I think outside of beer bottles and bar tabs, you have a story, which I want to hear.

I will be back…