1 Too Many...

For about a solid month the Lone Star state has been contending with warmer than normal temperatures. Having cracked the century mark a couple of times, I can tell you the old adage about being able to warm up in winter is much more attainable than trying to cool off in summer.

That gets taken to a different level in the summertime down here. For years I would get chided if I chose to go watch a sporting event in triple digit heat. Imagine an evening where the mercury goes no lower than 85 at midnight. A kind of heat where you feel as if you walk into a sauna and the breeze that blows is anything but cool. Only more stifling than the heat itself.

Now try to imagine doing exactly that as you peruse the outdoors of a given restaurant, nightclub, or gathering place where outdoor seating is not only encouraged, but the in thing. Then picture yourself trying to stay cool in a dress/business suit or business casual and not sweating. That can get tricky.

Weekends in Dallas you have a multitude of choices on where to eat, stay and play. It could be the splendor of being part of the Uptown vibe. The artist in you may very well enjoy the history and the feel of a place like Deep Ellum. If you like the party atmosphere of college I then recommend anywhere along Lower Greenville. If you seek food options you can't do much better than Belt Line Road in Addison. By my count there are 129 restaurants within a 5 mile radius. Try to imagine that for a moment...

I'm the first to admit doing one of anything will never happen in my lifetime. I binge, I overdo, I overconsume, and I like to fully immerse with all I do. That will never change. It's the main reason you will (hopefully) never see a drink in my hand again with alcoholic persuasion. Likewise for the menthol that now sells for 7.50 a pack (mercy!).

My point this Father's Day weekend as I address you, my literal children, is to be sure to know your limits. It's okay to have fun and to enjoy yourself around friends and company. It's also okay to remember what you did the next day.

Nowhere in the book of libational living do you have to completely obliterate your senses that you awaken in a strangers bed, a jail cell, or perhaps a floor by a gutter at a late hour with no recollection how you got there. It's happened more times than I care to know. A different kind of walk of shame.

Currently I am typing all this while enjoying a cigar at the Ritz in the uptown part of Dallas. It's actually my second of the day and quite frankly my throat is beginning to have that pre-cold itch. Something tells me I may have over consumed on the smoke side. A small price to pay when you like a full bodied Maduro.

Time for this old man to get off his soap box. To see the kids of the world do their thing have fun but be safe is tantamount to safety and importance. In closing, too much f anything is probably too much for me. A reminder to play it on the safe side if you aren't sure. This applies for whatever it is that flies your flag.

Over and out in Big D

Mr. Will