Whoa, Nelly--do I have a tale to tell you about Dallas! If you don’t know, or I haven’t mentioned it already, I’m a Texan by birth. And by Texas law, that means that we have bragging rights and we are slightly better than other Americans. I’m sorry, but that’s just the way it works in Texas. Anytime I have the luxury to visit my home state for work, I take advantage of the amazing Tex-Mex (WHAT UP Chuy’s!?!) and all of the new local farm-to-table spots. Aside from the food, Texas is known for its unique personalities. And some of those personalities have hair that has its own personality. Think about THAT for a minute. Texas is always full of surprises.
First things first. My taxi drops me off at the hotel and there are Bentleys and Maybachs parked outside. I’m thinking there’s a wedding or something going on, but when I walk up to the front desk, I notice that there are hundreds of men in the lobby dressed in red. What’s going on? I go up to my room, and on my floor, more ruby red men of all ages. So confused. Is this a cult? Are these people followers of Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh? What is going on? Is this Wild Wild Country? (Side note: if you haven’t seen the doc on Netflix, do it now; it’s unbelievable.) I get settled in my room and then decide to go downstairs to the bar for some tacos. AND some answers!
Of course when I get to the bar there are (surprise!) more men dressed like sannyasins. It doesn’t take long before I’m approached by an older black man who is dressed like the Dapper-est of Dans. He introduces himself to me as Will, but after we become best friends, I find out that everyone calls him Big Willie Billy. I’m told that I’m the luckiest woman on earth because I happen to be staying at the hotel during the weekend bash for the all-black Kappa Alpha Psi fraternity alumnae association. It’s time for me to retire, but I consider going to tomorrow night’s party. I might be a fish out of water, but boy, these folks are super nice (we are in Texas after all).
The following day, we have an amazing event at Neimans—the team is a riot and I spend all weekend giggling and having so much fun with clients. My favorite moment was when one of the clients stopped dead in her tracks to try on a ring. She put it on and started laughing hysterically to the point that her eyes were watering up. She looked at me and said “it’s mine”! This is what I’m talking about—people get so giddy and happy when they find the right piece! It’s so much fun to experience that sensation of joy and euphoria with a client. She left wearing the ring and as she sashayed out the door she gave us the Queen Elizabeth royal wave to show off her phenomenal new diamond sparkler.
After a great event, I decided to take up Big Willie Billy on his offer and checked out the Kappa Alpha Psi pool party back at the hotel. I was the only female staying in the hotel (and at the pool party for that matter), but the fraternity brothers were all such gentlemen. The Kappas are known for being the most elite black fraternity and the members I met were all doctors, lawyers, scientists, and bankers. It was so cool to be in a room with so many successful, intelligent brothers celebrating their triumph in society. It was so surreal being in a room with all of these dapper gentlemen in their scarlet (NOT RED; I was corrected on this) tuxedos. Thanks for an unforgettable evening—this one will go down in the books!