We drove to Dallas on Wednesday. It was uneventful, until we got close to our hotel.
We were on IH35E, and needed to stay on 35E but we turned off. This wouldn't usually happen with both Mary and I in the car, but we were too busy looking at the buildings like a couple of yokels and missed our turn. So we circumnavigated downtown and made it to our hotel by accident.
Checking in was a pain. For some reason the Adam's Mark-Dallas decided that it would be ok to have the guest registration desk manned with only 4 people. Just 4. They had 2 national conventions checking in and only 4 people at the desk? So Mary waited in line while Josh and I just waited. When Mary got to the front of the line things looked not-right, so I went up to help. Our credit card was being rejected. A lot. Mary was emotional as Mary is and became embarrassed and walked away.
We called our credit company and found that the guy at the counter had tried to charge us for 17 days instead of 4! We didn't so the charge was refused. The CC Co was kind enough to remove the denial and we went back to the line.
The line was even longer, Mary was ready to throw in the towel. So I walked up to another counter. I explained that their guy had screwed up royal and they checked us in no prob.
After that we were all a little drained so we walked down the street and had dinner at a Subway.
One thing that was freaky was downtown Dallas; we are the people? There are these huge buildings but we never see that many people. It's just odd.
Later that night it started to rain and started the worst flood Dallas has seen in 50 years.
More later.
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