I thought about writing a play-by-play blog while I was in Dallas, but then it got cold and icy and so much of my story would have just been: “Brrr. Ouch, I fell on the ice.” And so I kind of banked on the fact that the Packers would win, unlike Mr. Carriveau, I never doubted, and hoped that my story would be just as great as a post trip wrap up as it would be as breaking news; I hope you, and importantly the big wigs at CHTV, agree.
Day One: Monday, Monday, Monday.
I am not an earlier riser. So why I ever thought that flying out of Dayton at 6:50 in the morning would go smoothly for me blows my mind! Not only did I frantically have to run around last minute throwing things into my suitcase, I also had to drive around Cincinnati for 15 minutes to find an open gas station at 4:45 a.m.
I’ve only made the trek up to Dayton once before, 6 days after moving to Cincinnati (3 years ago), to drop off the then boyfriend; the Dayton airport looks very different covered in ice and snow early in the morning than it does in the middle of an August afternoon. I probably should have taken the next couple of events as a sign that perhaps I have to learn to plan better.
Expecting to land in sunny Dallas, my winter coat was packed in the bag I planned to check. However, I apparently didn’t think about the fact that I would be parking my car outside, then have to wait for the shuttle outside and then walk to the airport. Facepalm number one of my week.
And I swear I’m actually a rather intelligent person however when I get flustered or rushed all my smart genes run and hide. Case in point, remembering the ever so slight difference between a 2 and a 5. As in my flight was supposed to leave at 6:20 NOT 6:50. Facepalm number two of my week. But thanks to the lovely people at US Airways (not a paid endorsement, but hey if they want to, I’m available), I found myself on a new flight without the slightest bump in my plans.
My flights were rather unentertaining, minus the guy who sat across the aisle from me and seemed completely amazed that a girl was reading a book about Lombardi. At my connecting flight in North Carolina, I was convinced that Brad Childress was on my flight (bald, glasses, purple coat…). I basically stalked him around the gate until I heard him speak just to prove it wasn’t him.
Eventually I landed in Dallas, where they are not shy about hosting the Super Bowl. Feeling completely overwhelmed, I stopped on the huge XLV welcome mat and wanted to never move. I was in Dallas.
After some brief “um, hi…so you’re that person I talk to online everyday” introductions, Alex, Brian and I headed to Whataburger, which apparently is supposed to be fantastic. Being a vegetarian, I’ll let the boys be the judge of the place. I did however LOVE their ketchup. My stating that in the middle of lunch was probably Brian and Alex’s first clue to be scared.
Brian had to leave us to go do what he does best: work harder than most everyone else, leaving Alex and I to convince the hotel management to take the router out of the wall and fix the internet connection. We were also left car-less, and eventually decided to venture on foot to check out local Lewisville. Starving and (me) beer deprived we stumbled upon a local Mexican restaurant where I learned that Alex’s ability to speak Spanish begins and ends with “gracias”. I got to use my favorite phrases, “solamente queso” and “donde esta al bano?” Our waitress seemed scared of my broken Spanish attempts and Alex’s pointing at things, so she stayed away from us a lot. There were only two other people in the place; two guys playing pool in the back who occasionally played Spanish love songs on the juke box. We mapped out the rest of our plans for the week. Rent a car in the morning, spend the two forecasted cold days at the indoor events like the NFL experience and the stadium, and spend the warm days outside with fans.
Went to sleep that night with the excitement of an action packed week, little did I, or really anyone, know that ice would fall and Dallas would fail, and even the best laid plans need modification.
What happened on day 2? You’ll have to stay tuned to find out. But you can bet it will include ice and beer.
Filed Under: Jayme Joers