Dallas is Done

On Tuesday I woke up to another bright and cold morning in Dallas. I sure will miss living high up in the sky.

I enjoyed a massive plate of French toast, but I forgot to take a picture because I was too busy shoving it into my mouth. Coming home has been quite the adjustment. Eating oatmeal that hasn’t been served to you by a smiling face at 7 am is borderline devastating. Anyway, post-toast I rolled myself off out the door for the last day of the conference. I spent a lot of time totally distracted by the beautiful holiday decorations. My favorite was this massive bedazzled menorah, but I forgot to take a picture because I suck at life. I did get a blurry picture of their huge Christmas tree:

Just in case you are at the Hilton Anatole during the holidays, you cannot sit in that chair, despite it’s lack of signage prohibiting that activity. That chair is just for Santa. Learned that the hard way. I also found more shiny Christmas balls.

And I got to enjoy 700 versions of myself reflected back at me. That’s not the least bit horrifying. There was a super creepy massive nutcracker. That ballet really scared me as a child. Between the terrifying nutcrackers and the giant rats, I was a hysterical mess.

I really enjoyed this festive little shop:

And I almost spilled an entire bag of M&Ms when these damn reindeer decided to randomly start singing:

Those bastards scared the shit out of me.

After the conference concluded, we snuck downtown to the Sixth Floor Museum. Photographic evidence:

The Museum is located in the old Texas School Book Depository building which is from where Lee Harvey Oswald allegedly shot and killed John F. Kennedy as he made his way through Dallas on November 22, 1963.

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Pictures weren’t allowed in the actual museum portion, but I highly recommend visiting if you are ever in Dallas. They have a fantastic audio tour and really extensive amount of information about his presidency, assassination, the subsequent investigations, and the countless conspiracy theories. These are some pictures from the areas that photography was allowed (obviously).

This picture of Jackie Kennedy is comprised of thousands of tiny pictures of Jack Kennedy. His picture on the opposite wall is made up of tiny Jackies. You will not be surprised to know that I was incredibly amazed by this.

On a side note, I really enjoy reading about her, she was such a fascinating woman. I wish more women my age appreciated her for more than just her style. These are some of my favorite books I’ve read about her in case you love her too: America’s Queen, Jacqueline Kennedy: Historic Conversations on life with John F. Kennedy, The Eloquent Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, and Mrs. Kennedy and Me. Start with America’s Queen as it is a more exhaustive biography of her life.

We stopped by the gift shop and decided that selling shot glasses was a pretty ironic decision.

After finishing at the museum, we headed across the street to Dealey Plaza. Since I have only associated the plaza with the death of JFK, I was surprised to learn this about it:

I would never have guessed that. Now you can retain that info for future use on Jeopardy. You’re welcome and I’m entitled to 30% of your winnings. It’s impossible to not sound trite, but it was so bizarre to just be walking around on such a beautiful day right where one of the most famous murders in American history occurred. I don’t know what I expect, but it always seems so surreal to stand somewhere with such a tragic history on a regular ol’ day. Like it should maybe always be cloudy and rainy right there.

The infamous “grassy knoll”

Elm Street

We were pretty depressed afterward, so ate our feelings in the form of gelato. It worked.

And after an uneventful (Thank you God) flight, I’m safely back in Corpus Christi.

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And I have my little grumpy friend back by my side. Well, she will come near me when she gets over being forced to take a bath.

That one is so dramatic. Now I’m off to survive another day of work. I feel like I’m dying. Eating that much is such a terrible idea. When will I learn? The answer is probably never.

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  1. SANDRA

    In the spirit of the story sharing that I seem to do here… A few years ago DH and I visited the American Cemetery in Normandy. We started on the beach and climbed up the long and steep hill and made our way to the expansive cemetery and memorial site. The weather matched the mood. It was pouring rain. We were soaked kittens and covered in mud from the knees down. We cried throughout our walk through the cemetery. You could just feel the presence of good and brave lives lost. I can only imagine how we’ll feel when we make our trip to Germany next year.

    • Justin

      Your story just gave me chill bumps. So moving.

    • Reese's Runner

      We were in the American Cemetery in Normandy on the anniversary of the D-Day landings and there were tons of veterans and local people there. We did the same thing, walked around sobbing. It’s so overwhelming in every way. Same weather too, but it’s appropriate.

  2. You left out the most fun part of the Sixth Floor Museum and Dealey Plaza: interacting with the crazies who try to sell you their conspiracy theory newspapers. *eyeroll*

    • Kristi D

      The reason they sell newspapers is because tourists like me buy them……and I might have pictures of myself standing right on the x that is in the road that marks the exact locations of where JFK got shot….. not creepy…..unless it is….then I totally did not run out in the street and get a photo on the x.

    • Reese's Runner

      Yeah we only came across one guy and he moved on from us. Guess we looked poor.

  3. Suz

    I really enjoyed Mrs. Kennedy and Me and will have to check out America’s Queen.

    • Amy

      The man who wrote Mrs. Kennedy & Me— the Secret Service guy who jumped on the back of the car after JFK was shot and shielded him– grew up in my hometown on the same street I grew up on. This has nothing to do with anything, but having been near the childhood home of the man who protected Jackie Kennedy is almost like a claim to fame, right?

  4. Daisy

    I realize this is a tall request from someone you don’t personally know who just randomly started commenting on you blog about a month ago. BUT I will hide behind the safety of my monitor and say it anyways. I totally think you should do a monthly post on the books you’re reading, I always find that I like your suggestions and am always looking for something new to read! :)

  5. Miriam

    I almost missed your tiny “hi” from your even tinier reflection on the Christmas balls. lol

    Now, please stop posting pictures of delicious looking food. Not fair that I’m now craving French toast and gelato.

  6. You crack me up.
    And I already know that you don’t look like a tub of lard :) I know what eating a gallon of food per meal on trips can make you feel like though!

  7. Justin

    Tiny balls….

  8. I used to wait tables at a restaurant in the West End, just down the street. Every day/night on my way home I drove past the grassy knoll to take Elm street to get back on I35. It’s weird. I never quite got used to it.

  9. What a fun trip! Glad you made it home safe.

  10. Melissa

    If I ever finish Catherine the Great I am going to read America’s Queen because I do what you tell me.

    And I would be super excited to read about the books you are reading. I have a Master’s in reading education…so reading rocks!

  11. LMAO- how do you get those funny .gifs in your blog??

  12. Dave L

    My dad was watching the parade…worked for a now-defunct dept store called Sanger-Harris, and they were watching out the window. All these years, and visits to DFW…and for some reason I’ve not gone. You know, just watched that film…what’s it called?!

    • Reese's Runner

      Oh my God, your poor dad. That must have been awful to experience. And I think it’s the Magruder film. I actually laughed a couple of times when I thought of that while I was at the museum. A brief moment of levity, thanks for that.

  13. Adrianna

    in 8th grade, my best friend and I did a project on Jackie O, and ever since we’ve been obsessed. I’m still fascinated…love her! thanks for more book recs, too. read a few-all good.

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