THE DALLAS PROJECT: A Little Bit Of Summary

Hy guys! (fot those who follow this blog)

Here I am finally settle in Dallas for my project.
But let's rewind a little bit to the crazy morning of tuesday 19th.

Everything was perfect so far - on time at the airport, treated like a terrorist because it's a flight for Atlanta, got the chanel N°5 for lee - but I always forget that I'm jinxed when it comes to travel mate. So of course I get to my seat where I found someone already seated there and a women seated next to the window. Okay so that would left me the seat in between those two strangers, no problem but I want my fuckin' alley seat. I told the guy so and he just stare at me and said that would be impossible bla-bla-bla and I have the most hard time to explain to him how the little images of the seats number works. Oh and by the way: he's french (of course!). And you know what he starts to talk to the women like "what the F* they told us I will have that seat and fa fa fa". It happens that he actually was traveling WITH HER. Do they really thought I will take the seat between thos two??? Come on man MOVE!!!!!!. From now on and for 9 hours I will be seated next to one of the nost obnoxious rude stupid mannerless cunt ever. I can't even recount how many elbow punch I get. This MF had bad breathe and loafer like those of our dear french president. And guys when you turning 50 something it's really not sexy all those fuckin' PDA (public display of affection - FYI). Come on! She was drulling all over him; he was literraly lavishly carressing her thighs. Can you image. 9 hours guys; N-I-N-E HOURS (the flight is only 8Hrs and a half but that's another story). Okay so on top of that, in the middle of the flight the guy decided to open his laptop and engage in an explanation to his girlfriend (no wedding ring I checked) of what his doing for a living. At loud! And believe me when I say it was boring, it was! To death! Something about ores processing bla-bla and how good the company was and how much money they were makin and so on and now ladies and gentlemen here's the powerpoint presentation of the company and bla bla bla for hours. At one point I left my seat, grab the pillow and headed the back of the plane and scream in the pillow like crazy. I swear I could kill those guys with the plastic knife designed by stark they just gave you for the lunch.

Anyway I finally went to my happy place and remain calm. Until we approach Atlanta and we've been told that we had to wait for landing because of too much traffic and bad weather conditions. Okay so now his the time to panic. Like I'll never get my flight for Memphis on time playing over and over in my head.

And surely I will miss my flight: So many people arriving at the same time at the border patrol whatever it's called. Plus the fact that I have to pick up my suitcase and openned it to put the goddam bottle of perfume in it (but I get to change of shirt and put som' anti perspirant in the middle of the baggage claim so it was kind of fun) then pass the custom counter and give back the fuckin' luggage. Okay so I get lucky at that point cos delta girl found me another flight that match my other flight to Dallas. Because of too much trafic and bad weather as I mentionned above our flight for Menphis was really late for take off and as we were taxied on second position, the trafic stoped! Yeah MF 15 minutes to add to our 20 minutes delay!!! WO-O!

Okay I was considering the fact that I will have to sleep in Memphis that night, it was something like 17:30 atlanta time and I was awake since 7:00 Paris time so you do the math; you add my stress and sweat and draw the equation!

And of course I was seated next to an asshole.

Anyway it was amazing to look at the clouds having so many shapes and colors some havin' lightnings while others where so dark and grey looking like concrete floating in the air and some where beautifully lit from the sun above.

We arrived in memphis where the sky was cloudless and i could see under my eyes the city so green spreading wide with cool total clichè neighborhood of the american dream. Lucky me I was on time my last flight to Dallas.

The Only picture I got from Memphis

As I was going to take my third flight for the day I realized that the planes were getting smaller but the people was on the contrary gettin' bigger. As Charissa point it out; Love Field is a redneck airport and middle class is F-A-T. I swear I was the only skinny bitch on the plane. Except for the old Biatch sittin' next to me but I think she was a witch. (Told you I'm jinxed!). Hey you know what? the boarding attendant was checkin our bags and told the big one had to be on the cargo space you know because they were too big for that small little plain. yeah right. A lot of things could have been going down there if you know what I mean.

Sorry folks but Fatty, take it easy on that bretzel thing and sugary drinks alright?

Yeah I know I'm a bitch! Talk to the hand.

Finally It was Dallas and belive me it was a relief after so much cold and presurized cabin that even the outside oven like heat was paradise. Yeah charissa and her car driving me to whole food market to buy a bit of food, cold beers and magazines was pure heaven! Arriving close to CentralTrak at night with this feeling of a familiar place. Somewhere you've already been there and you can't wait to see again. It was awesome. Charissa show me the studio; with my mail waiting for me and the stuff I ordered online was already there.She left. I went to bed at 1:20.

I woke up at 8:00 and started to settled.

Lee, Franck and Walt arrived for lunch. We drive through Main street heading south to downtown then a little more west to uptown and finally headed to TARGET because Lee and I are Target Addict and then in a small pretty not fancy mexican restaurant but i don't fuckin' remember where it was nor the name. In the small lobby there was picture with autograph in a frame, of a very famous actress of a very famous TV show. I'll let you guess who it was. Picture's below. I'll include some other stuff later like the pictures of the studio if I'm not too lazy, Biatch!

Be Seeing You!