Don't Mess with Texas

I am here in beautiful Dallas, Texas, for the HFTP Annual Convention. I am here a couple of days early for the HFTP Leadership Conference. Yes, Hospitality Financial and Technology Professionals, San Francisco/Northern California Chapter elected me Prez again. What fun. But I get to blog about my experience as the convention's official blogger starting on Thursday. Now that is fun! (You can follow my "official" blog at www.hftp.org). I travelled to Houston this past weekend and visited some family. Uneventful, but my cousin's kid's temper tantrums and meltdowns at the store and at church were classic. I love it. I don't have any kids, but you just don't mess with a child who wants it her way. Just wait for Mom to get a hold of her (Incidentally, her mother worked the overnight shift. And she entrusted the house guest and her husband, The cousin, to watch the kid.) The great hand of discipline will rule once again. But going back to this convention for my hospitality chapter. I erred in my judgment of riding public transportation in this town. No, I am not talking about horses and mules here in Dallas. They call their system here "DART" for "Dallas Area Rapid Transit". It's better to call it "JOKE". You get my drift. And I thought that I can save my chapter in Northern California a few bucks by staying a mile down the road. Bad idea. I should have shelled out the big bucks to stay at the convention hotel and enjoyed the scenery. Now the city has been hit by record rainfall, and I need to get a cab back and forth to my disaster of the hotel, Extended Stay America. I can't wait to write about that experience there. It makes Faulty Towers (John Cleese's epic sitcom) looks like a Michelin Five-Diamond resort. Don't mess with the Anatole, that's the place to be.