First Hop
We made it to Dallas without any trouble. My new Timbuk2 bag rolled right through the TSA scanner without any extra drama. Netbook, external DVD drive, external harddrive, power adaptor, extention cord, half a dozen USB cables, blah, blah, blah. What can I say? I’m a geek. The woman at the scanner had to look at my crap three times, but since I put my shoes through first… I even managed to NOT leave a can of Red Bull in any of our bags. I still remember the dirty look the woman gave me when the TSA agents pulled a chilled can of Red Bull out of her bag the last time we were flying back from Las Vegas. Oops! 
American Airlines was fine. Nothing to complicated. The plane left on time. Our checked bag popped out of the turnstile in a timely fashion. No food on the plane. Not even a crappy bag of pretzels. Hmm… Delivery pizza is on the way.
My only regret, at this point, is not getting here early enough to get a real Tex-Mex dinner. <sigh> Oh, how I miss real Tex-Mex. While on the shuttle bus to our hotel, I saw a Whataburger. My mouth watered with childhood and adult memories of those burgers. I really do miss the food here in Dallas. I miss spicey BBQ sauce on ribs that have been cooked for hours. I miss fajitas with refried beans and con queso with chips. I can’t sem to find the right flavors in PDX. Most of the Mexican immigrates seem to be from farther south. I’ve never been a fan of Aztex or Mayan. Too tame. Not enough cheese and jalopenos.
Tomorrow we hop the plane to Cancun. I might even relax when we get there. What a novel idea!
