Dallas: Night One

I'm in a room that -- unexpectedly -- has a view of the beautiful Dallas skyline. Unlike New York (which is beautiful in a way that buildings are beautiful), Dallas's seems created to dazzle. From the sphere of lights that is Reunion Tower to the unidentified building covered with neon green, it screams "I'm here! Look at me!" as soon as you get close enough to see it.

I don't remember it being that bright. I was here in 2003, but I was very different then. Maybe it was too.

I'm writing this at a desk in a hotel room that is so nice that I just want to bask in it. I'm talking on the phone with my boyfriend, who just finished work and got home. I wish he was here, though I don't think he'd enjoy the driving as much as I do. It's snowing where he is. It's chilly here, but I went out without a coat tonight (I know, I know) and didn't freeze.

I've learned one lesson -- and I'll go into greater detail later -- that I want to share before I get into bed and talk to Ian until we fall asleep. Don't rush. Yes, I am driving to Vegas in less than a week. Yes, that does make me feel a little rushed. But the truth is, I'll get there one way or another. It's more fun -- and I'm happier -- when I take it slow. When I don't cut conversations short or skip the interesting side road. I forgot that the first day.

I won't again. Today was too amazing.

And I'll write about it tomorrow. For now, the most comfortable bed I've ever had the pleasure of crawling into is gently whispering my name.