We slept in this morning, after a full night in Dallas. Jake thought Dallas was great; our hotel was full of hordes of teenage girls running around in bathing suits and more screaming and giggling girls throughout the city. Jake thought Dallas might be a great place to go to school and was researching universities until we found out there was a national volleyball tournament in town for the weekend and it was not always like this. Still I had a hard time convincing him I could not change our flights to Mexico.
We ended up sitting outside eating two great rib-eye steaks and listening to a great Roca-A-Billy band before calling it a night.