Some caveats you should know about before planning your vacation: 1) temperature control in the schaackmobile is tricky and it is stinkin' hot in Texas, 2) there is definitely no place to store luggage of any kind in the trailer so pack lightly, and 3) although clearly possible, we didn't actually have to sleep 3 in the trailer this time, as Clement generously lent his bedroom to the cause. But it is possible! Two in there was downright roomy. GP remarked how much smaller the trailer was than he had remembered, while Darron was pleasantly surprised to see it had grown since his first glimpse. We, of course, relied heavily on the freedom (of movement) provided by patio life and cooked, ate, and drank exclusively outside (primarily beer and large hunks of red meat). We did, however, have morning hang outs and recording sessions in the trailer (also now referred to as Studio S, care of Darron Luesse). More impressive than overcoming the challenges presented by hosting tall men in a tiny trailer, we managed to have a great time in the greater Arlington metropolitan area! We pounded the unforgiving pavement of Dallas, wowed by glamour built on the spoils of oil exploitation and entrepreneurship. We strolled through the cobblestone streets of Ft. Worth in what was once the largest livestock market in the world and currently serves as cowboy capital of the United States. We fell in love with Brent Best, the lead singer of Slobberbone and The Drams, in Denton. We saw minor leaguers strive to fulfill likely unfulfillable dreams in Grand Prairie. And we had lunch in Waco. Somehow, despite all this, there are still plenty of stones left unturned that will likely go unexplored until my next guests arrive. Until then, you know me, it will just be work, work, work, ...so come soon!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Schaackmobile Visitor Hall of Famers
This past weekend the Schaackmobile (also now referred to as the Schaack Shack, care of Christian Cox, I believe) Visitor Hall of Fame had two new inductees (you only have to visit once to get in, so plan a trip!) Enduring a few nights in the trailer might be easy to justify if I lived in some amazing city, on the coast, etc. But I don't. And the double whammy of asking friends to a) come to Arlington despite its, shall we say, limited cultural offerings, and b) sleep in the trailer while they are here, means I simply must erect a virtual hall of fame for those dedicated and intrepid enough to make the trek down. So here it is, built out of the stone and mortar of my mind (and a little blogpost featurette). That said-- I had an awesome time hosting GP and Darron down here and, as frequently happens when friends come visit you, I got to see and do things in my new hometown that I might not have ever done without the motivation of showing them around. On top of all that, everyone fit in the trailer, no problem!
Some caveats you should know about before planning your vacation: 1) temperature control in the schaackmobile is tricky and it is stinkin' hot in Texas, 2) there is definitely no place to store luggage of any kind in the trailer so pack lightly, and 3) although clearly possible, we didn't actually have to sleep 3 in the trailer this time, as Clement generously lent his bedroom to the cause. But it is possible! Two in there was downright roomy. GP remarked how much smaller the trailer was than he had remembered, while Darron was pleasantly surprised to see it had grown since his first glimpse. We, of course, relied heavily on the freedom (of movement) provided by patio life and cooked, ate, and drank exclusively outside (primarily beer and large hunks of red meat). We did, however, have morning hang outs and recording sessions in the trailer (also now referred to as Studio S, care of Darron Luesse). More impressive than overcoming the challenges presented by hosting tall men in a tiny trailer, we managed to have a great time in the greater Arlington metropolitan area! We pounded the unforgiving pavement of Dallas, wowed by glamour built on the spoils of oil exploitation and entrepreneurship. We strolled through the cobblestone streets of Ft. Worth in what was once the largest livestock market in the world and currently serves as cowboy capital of the United States. We fell in love with Brent Best, the lead singer of Slobberbone and The Drams, in Denton. We saw minor leaguers strive to fulfill likely unfulfillable dreams in Grand Prairie. And we had lunch in Waco. Somehow, despite all this, there are still plenty of stones left unturned that will likely go unexplored until my next guests arrive. Until then, you know me, it will just be work, work, work, ...so come soon!
Some caveats you should know about before planning your vacation: 1) temperature control in the schaackmobile is tricky and it is stinkin' hot in Texas, 2) there is definitely no place to store luggage of any kind in the trailer so pack lightly, and 3) although clearly possible, we didn't actually have to sleep 3 in the trailer this time, as Clement generously lent his bedroom to the cause. But it is possible! Two in there was downright roomy. GP remarked how much smaller the trailer was than he had remembered, while Darron was pleasantly surprised to see it had grown since his first glimpse. We, of course, relied heavily on the freedom (of movement) provided by patio life and cooked, ate, and drank exclusively outside (primarily beer and large hunks of red meat). We did, however, have morning hang outs and recording sessions in the trailer (also now referred to as Studio S, care of Darron Luesse). More impressive than overcoming the challenges presented by hosting tall men in a tiny trailer, we managed to have a great time in the greater Arlington metropolitan area! We pounded the unforgiving pavement of Dallas, wowed by glamour built on the spoils of oil exploitation and entrepreneurship. We strolled through the cobblestone streets of Ft. Worth in what was once the largest livestock market in the world and currently serves as cowboy capital of the United States. We fell in love with Brent Best, the lead singer of Slobberbone and The Drams, in Denton. We saw minor leaguers strive to fulfill likely unfulfillable dreams in Grand Prairie. And we had lunch in Waco. Somehow, despite all this, there are still plenty of stones left unturned that will likely go unexplored until my next guests arrive. Until then, you know me, it will just be work, work, work, ...so come soon!
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