Every single person was dressed to the nines. Every man in khakis and a polo. Every single one. Every girl in platform heels and a fancy dress. I rolled up in my cutoff jean shorts, Sperry's, and sweaty floral shirt, and quickly realized that this is NOT how Dallas peeps roll on a Saturday evening. Oops.
I think I said to Matthew about 100 times, "OMG it is SO different here!" and "Holy shit, what planet are we on?" and "Jeez, everyone looks so nice! Why does everyone look so nice?"
Haha. Oh, Dallas. You are not Austin, that much is true. But you were fun, and we'll be back!
Anyway, below are a few photos from our stay at Daisy Polk Inn, which was a very adorably quaint little bed and breakfast, though I feel the need to warn potential guests that it is located on the edge of a questionable neighborhood and we could hear base bumpin' and engines revvin' all. night. long, even between TWO iPhone Sleep Machine apps on full blast. The bed was also so creaky and squeaky that *ahem* the prospect of spousal relations taking place there is basically nonexistent unless you plan on traumatizing every other guest in the inn (the walls were definitely thin). But it was SO pretty, especially down in the common areas (which I didn't actually take any photos of), and the staff incredibly nice and helpful. We really enjoyed chatting with an older couple over breakfast, too - they had met six years prior in ballroom dance class, and were down from Portland for a wedding.
Happy Wednesday, my friends!