Treating a Kentuckiana Friend to the Lone Star State


Here’s the thing. We aren’t honky-tonkin’, bull-ridin’, shot-gun-shootin’, boot-stompin’, Texan-sons-of-guns, Austin and I.

(Okay, we might own a shotgun, but you will find nothing in our apartment engraved Remember the Alamo.)

We wouldn’t particularly have ever even called ourselves the biggest #TexasForever patrons… until we left the state and realized the haven of salsa and craft beer left behind.

Two things may have never happened, though, had we never stretched our legs and abandoned our residency of The Lone Star State: (1) rekindled state pride, despite our inherent lack of twangy drawl, and (2) I wouldn’t have met Elizabeth. And therefore, I wouldn’t have had the chance to give this southern-Indiana native a little taste of Texas this past weekend, the Karber way.

Rewind to 2014:

I worked with some really incredible, really intelligent folks at a really hip advertising agency in Louisville (really.) However, working in a space with as much history and character as Scoppechio came with its own grains of salt.

Little things such as oh “personal space” didn’t exist. Cubicle life: sharing four-by-four feet 40+ hours a week with another human, you learn real quick how well you get along with said human. Elizabeth and I became super fast friends, and then I moved to Texas. (I’m just the worst.) In a matter of weeks, her visit was booked. (Because she is not the worst.) It way softened the blow. (s/o to Snapchat for bridging the long distance bff gap.)

Fast forward to last Friday:

Trying to fit every bit of Dallas we could into three days was tough. It was a delicate balance choosing “touristy” stuff, “Texas” stuff, and actual day-in-the-life stuff we Karbers enjoy about our city, and maximizing time. (I’d also be lying if I didn’t disclose that I dedicated approximately 48 of those 72 hours convincing my friend to move here.)

What *stuff* made the final cut? Highlights with photo-a-plenty:

Whataburger.


First stop. No regrets. On our drive to the airport at 4am this morning for her returning flight, she may have said, “I’m going to miss Whataburger.” We may have gone there twice this weekend. Shameless.

Shopping. 

A lot of it.

The variety of shopping in Dallas is darn near unrivaled.

(NorthPark Center walkway art sort of stuff)

We wandered my two favorite malls + a few other retail hot spots in the city, including the home of the cupcake ATM.

Because, Cupcake ATM.

Tex Mex

La Hacienda, home of the original frozen margarita machine. 

For the love of all things tortillas and tequila, girl had to be introduced to legitimate Mexican food (that we learned the hard way is not abundant by a long shot in the Midwest.)

Deep Ellum + Burgers

It was a s-w-e-a-t-y sizzlin’ afternoon at the Deep Ellum Brewery Open House, but nothing three cold craft beers + live music + friends couldn’t make up for.

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Unsurprisingly, Deep Ellum tops our favorite neighborhoods in the city. It’s a several block stretch of food and culture Dallas doesn’t get enough hip points for.

Can you say you did Texas without eating a burger?

We thought not, so to Twisted Root we went. Hoping she understands all conversations from this weekend were absolutely *on the record* I will quote her again saying, “Okay, that might be one of the best burgers I’ve ever eaten.”

Fall Out Boy

Less about Texas, more about me + Elizabeth + Austin fangirling over our punk rock sweethearts.

When the first chords to Sugar We’re Goin’ Down struck the air as the opener, I was immediately transformed to a screaming 13-year-old-Robin with zero inhibitions.

I may have entered the danger zone of near hyperventilation.

Our arms, legs, and vocal chords were definitely sore the next day.

 Dealey Plaza

Far more sobering and a little eery, but absolutely necessary at least once in your life.

 Old fashioned sight-seeing

From 50 bronze cattle, to Western gift shops, to walking a bit of the Trinity River trail for a killer night view of the skyline, we squeezed in a few of your run o’ the mill sights.

Such as, you know-


-a few of your average King’s Men casually dueling it out on the bridge.

And worry not, Texans-

-she didn’t leave the state without trying a bottle of Shiner.

Austin commented at one point (good-natured-ly, of course) that we were like high school girls. (AKA, silence was rare.) That’s what happens when you don’t see your Kentucky Cubicle BFF for 11 months, I guess.

I’ll probably be sitting at my desk all week remembering stories or sights I forgot to share, or ran out of time for, and without a doubt figuring out when to make our paths cross again.

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