Texas girls, stand up & take a bow. Y'all are flawless!
I relish the opportunity to go to Dallas. It's a world of manners, "Howdy, Ma'am", big hair, big jewelry, Stiletto heels and panache'.
In Dallas those girls don't go to the grocery story without make-up, jewelry, 'Hair & Heels! Never know WHEN ya might run into "Mr. Right" . . . or even "Mr. Right Now" and you MUST be lookin' good 'cuz you KNOW every other gal there will be.
There's a club in Dallas, I won't mention the name, that has a sign in the lobby (the club is on the top floor) that states "Ladies and Gentlemen MUST be appropriately attired or they will be turned away" . . . My kind of place! Appropriate attire is: dresses or skirts for the Ladies (NO slacks) and suits with a tie for the Gentlemen. Whoa . . . I'm getting faint!
When the elevator doors part you are greeted by rich Cherrywood panelling, deep green pile carpet trim, Black Terrazo tile tables and cordovan leather highbacked chairs with cherrywood barstools with backs surrounding the bar. The floor leading to the main room is polished marble. As you clik-clik-clik your way back to the dining room/lounge the restored Cherrywood bar with brass trim and mirrors comes into view. Approximately 40' long it is the essence of Texas style.
South of the bar overlooking the metroplex is the dance floor/bandstand.
The floor is hardwood and is resurfaced annually. Probably because of the tremendous amount of High Heel traffic!
I love to go there for Happy Hour and to people watch. Just for the record I am SO glad I'm a woman! Guy clothes are so, so, what is the word . . . BORING! Us gals get all the good stuff! The Stilettos, the dresses, the make-up, hair and jewelry. Happy Hour is a non-stop parade of Dallas Galls dressed to the Nines. I can say that Heels seem to be a prerequsite as do inch long french manicured 'Nails & BIG, and I mean REALLY BIG, Hair and jewelry . . . LOTSA jewelry.
The evenings Happy Hour crowd is pleasant but not high energy. There is never the uncomfortable air of intensity you feel in New York, Chicago or L.A.. Relaxed . . . unhurried. If you didn't get it done by now, t'ain't gonna happen so let it go. Even as it evolves into evening the aura is fun and elegant but never harried. The sounds of glasses clinking with fresh ice cubes, the low din of many conversations are accompanied by the clik-clik-clik-clik of Stilettos going here & there on the tiled floor. Ladies who lunch are now Ladies who cocktail!
The group goes on at 9:30 and plays until 2:00. Their repetiore' consists of swing, big band, 50's/60's, and of course some modern country. All very dancable and pleasant.
Dallas, Texas.
Where Gentlemen still hold doors open for Ladies, offer a hand when getting out of the car, stand when a lady arrives/departs from the table, "Yes, Ma'am" & "No, Ma'am", pull out your chair and where people with manners, style & grace still dress up!
I must have seen over a hundred fifty pairs of High Heels that night. Virtually every gent there was in a suit and was wearing a tie.
I didn't see one pair of Nikes OR jeans. . . or backwards baseball caps

(D U H ! ).
Denver makes me appreciate Dallas.
YEE-HA! Off to Neimans'.
Ciao!
Anita