Here’s a quick update. I’m currently in Dallas for the Family Travel Conference and I’m staying at the luxurious one-year-old Omni Hotel. Just how opulent are the 1001 luxurious guest rooms and suites? In addition to floor-to-ceiling windows and sleek furniture, there is a TV screen hidden in the bathroom mirror.
I would never be able to drag Jamie out of there.
I’m having a great time hitting Dallas’ hot spots like Iron Cactus (OHMYGOSH–guacamole made table-side with a splash of orange?) and Chop House Burger (don’t miss the Parmesan truffle fries). I arrived a day early for meetings and woke up my first morning at 5:30 a.m. “Don’t worry,” I groggily consoled myself. “It’s 6:30 a.m. Denver time so it’s OK to get up.”
And so I did. I worked out in their state-of-the-art fitness center, grabbed a quick breakfast and showered. It wasn’t until I turned on my computer that I realized the horrible truth: Dallas is on Central time not Pacific like I’d assumed in my sleepy stupor. I had, in actuality, woken up at 4:30 a.m.
Apparently Haddley isn’t the only one who struggles in math.
And here’s another blonde moment. I signed up for Instagram app several months ago without fully investigating its photo-sharing program. I have been primarily using it as a digital filter to make me look like an ace photographer on my iPhone without realizing its social networking capabilities. And that people have actually been following my pictures. I posted the following revelation on Twitter:
Thanks to Kim-Marie’s Instagram tutorial at #FTCDallas, I realized I actually have followers & am supposed to follow back. And I also learned I’m being followed by “ThirdBoob” on my account. #KindaUnsettling
Consider yourself warned.
Then, there is the Granddaddy of them all: My HAIR got searched at at Denver International Airport’s security. Big enough to hide an entire drug cartel?