While the event encouraged friends, family and partners to attend, I think most of the people there were single, or simply with their hanging buddies. The lights were buzzing, and the mixers were mixing, and the smoke machine was filling the room with its acrid aroma. I walked outside into the garden area, and watched the comings and goings of the party-goers. Many of them had club dress on, and many of them wore the tightest jeans I've ever seen on anyone, at any time. One man's ass was competing with his gut for most exposure.
Quality takes care of everything.
I left too early, George told me. They passed out neon bodyware and the dance floor started hopping. One beer was enough, I thought. There are two sides to every event, and disappointment isn't really the dominant emotion I take away from my Dallas trip. I drove the flat highways, and cruised through the downtowns of two very interesting cities.