House of Blues on Sunday Nights
So, one of my friends from back home has recently moved to Arlington for college. Now, Plano and Arlington aren’t that close, but we’ve both agreed that – since both of us have experienced leaving home and consequently losing some ties – we should see each other as much as our schedules allow. We’ve only gotten together a couple times, but it has been a huge relief and a ton of fun to have one of my friends from back home here and understanding exactly some of the things I went through when I left home! I think it’s also helped her that I know exactly what she’s going through and I’m here for her.
So…last night I decided I should take her to the House of Blues in downtown Dallas. It was a Sunday night, but the House of Blues was open until 10pm according to the website and since it’s one of my favorite places to go, if a little on the expensive side, I thought it would be fun.
Well, folks, I was WRONG. I have never seen that place so dead! Not only that, but the “menu” we got – due to the fact that they’d sent most of their kitchen staff home – was very sadly limited. None of my favorite foods were on their tiny menu. It only listed about seven appetizer-like dishes, some desserts and that was it!!! They also had the Saints game on all the tvs in the place, so any noise we heard was loud (and probably drunken) screaming from the few people left in the place anytime there was a good play. If it hadn’t been for the good company and former experience, I would have decided that the House of Blues completely sucked. I also feel bad for trying to show my friend “downtown atmosphere” and ending up at possibly the most suffocatingly dull place to be on a Sunday night in Dallas. In retrospect, I should have realized that it was Sunday night and chosen someplace like Cafe Brazil near SMU, which is almost always open, packed, and serving a wide variety of delicious food for much less than H.o.B.
Fortunately for me, I was in very good company with someone who is probably one of the best and most intelligent of friends I’ve ever had and I thoroughly enjoyed our conversations, our jokes, and having the chance to talk with someone who knows exactly where I’m coming from on a lot of issues as well as what it’s like to be in a new place coming from Odessa, TX where the enironment is so totally familiar and “safe”. For example, we’re both baffled by how in this area (DFW/Arlington/Plano/etc.) you can be perfectly good friends with someone at school or work, and yet you will never see this person outside of that environment. They won’t go out to lunch with you, go see movies with you, or just hang out. It just doesn’t happen. And, much to her dismay (and my relief, lol) people here don’t hug. Hugging as a friendly gesture is like a foreign concept here. For me, that’s good because I’m not touchy-feely, but my friend shares hugs with her friends. Here, that just doesn’t happen…strange cultural differences, I guess.
So…it’s been a blessing and a relief to see her again – and I won’t name her on the magical intarwebs because her privacy is her own – but I have to say that without her, the House of Blues on a Sunday night is the last place I would want to be, and with her, it’s an ideal spot to hang out (and make fun of screaming drunks watching football).