Day 2 in the Big D

This morning, a few of the cheerleaders headed to Six Flags. I don't quite get that since we've got one close to home, but it is what it is.

We took the rest of the folks to the west side, where we were promised there would be sufficient dining and shopping to occupy our people for three hours. After eating for thirty minutes, then walking around for another thirty minutes, most of them found that there indeed was not enough to occupy them for this period of time. Normally, this would concern me, as an unoccupied band member is usually a liability.

They managed not to break or burn anything (to my knowledge, as of now) and there was only one injury. However, some of them ruined our planned Sunday activity (the Kennedy stuff) by going ahead and completing the tour, which may result in unoccupied band members on Sunday.

We brought them back and took a couple of hours off. Tonight, we headed to Ft. Worth to the Stock Yards for dinner and a little bit of browsing. For some reason, the band kept pestering me to sing "Yellow Rose of Texas," because they thing that sort of thing is funny. I had a great steak (at a price) with several of the guys. We then intended to go to Billy Bob's Texas, but there was a significant cover charge.

Because the breakfast buffet at the hote is $15, we decided to let the guys off at Walmart on the way home. Their instructions were to return as quickly as possible. As they came back, I had accounted for all but one of them. The "one" was found right inside the door, bag beside him, sitting and playing Moto Death Race 3000 or some other such motorcycle video game crap. Wow.

We returned to the hotel. I signed on to blog and check your blogs, and there was a knock on the door. It was Sam, who was standing in the hall with a pillow. He was turned slightly to the side, and looked as though he was distracted.

He was... by the 20 other band members holding pillows who were prepared to attempt entry into my room. They entered successfully and demanded to hear "Yellow Rose of Texas." We looked it up, and proceeded to sing it and select other hits of the pop and country genres before they realized that I was old and had to get to sleep some time.

This game on at 2:30 E on the deuce. Go Dawgs. Go Panthers.