Dallas, city of oil, banks and presidential assassinations. Steel and glass towers rise high into the sky, housing thousands of workers between monday and friday. Unfortunately today is saturday, which means that downtown is deserted. I fight the urge to shout 'hello!' Like Cilian Murphy in 28 days later. However the fear of zombies and tramps offering directions and their opinions on the JFK assassination, for a fee of course... To be fair, they print their own magazine and most of the stuff they say is pretty much rant free.
Eventually, we found the west end area filled with bars and we were sorted for the evening. I didn''t even mind paying $10 for a bunch of roses for Emma.
The following morning we were off to Dealey plaza to the 6th floor museum, and saw how Oswald was framed for killing Kennedy. It was a great museum with real indepth information on the life and death of JFK. After we headed to a bbq restaurant for some amazing texas food. Brisket slowly smoked for 2 days and then served with bbq sauce is surely the food of the gods. Finishing the day drinking some cold beers watching girls getting wet... In the rain (behave you lot)closed out a great sunday.
Oh, and Oswald didn't do it.
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