Glass Cactus entrance - more valet people per capita than probably anywhere else in DFW last night. I made them work extra hard because the camera that took these pictures was lost for about 10 minutes (i.e., it fell under the seat in my car because I'm an idiot.) I told the valet people, "I don't know where my camera is. I think it's in the car." And they were so nice and said, "We can go get your car." Some guy yelled at another guy and said, "Go get this car!" A guy ran out and got my car after someone had parked it. I looked for the camera and didn't find it, so I told them they could park it again. I looked elsewhere inside the club and didn't find it and thought - dang, I better check the car again. So I went back outside and the valet people said, "We can go get your car again." And I said, "No, that's OK. I'll just go out there and look myself." It was only about 100 yards away, for pete's sake. But they said, "No! No! We'll pull it right up here." I had about four valet people all over me, so eager for work. So one guy yelled at another guy again, and that guy sprinted out there (without cursing heavily like I would have done at that point) and got the car. Lo and behold the camera was stuck way under the seat. Basically, this is what we in the trade call "a boring story."

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Inside, double decker lounge areas in front of the stage.

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Gaylord Texan hotel seen from the lobby. The Gaylord Texan, we were told last night, is now the #1 convention hotel in the state. How is that #1 mark measured? Man, I had so much free booze in me I didn't feel like asking. But I will say this: The Gaylord Texan beats the Hilton Anatole or anyone else in DFW in commodious bedazzlement.

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See the clouds, jet contrails, blues, reds, yellows and oranges sink to the horizon. It looked like the setting sun pulled the whole sky down with it. It should have also taken the curtains, according to my wife, Liz. The only thing that soured her mood last night was the ugly gold curtains. This is the kind of thing that I, the husband, do not care about and/or notice. But I said I'd mention the ugly curtains and Liz said, 'Yeah, you better because they're ugly."

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From the balcony in the back of the nightclub, one could just barely see Katharine Hepburn and Henry Fonda reflect upon life's treasured moments On Golden Pond.

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Out on the balcony in front of the bar. Red arrows point to Tanqueray No. Ten, which is a favorite of this reporter's favorites. I asked the bartender if they were serving it and she said, no, they weren't serving liquor here. But, she said, if I were to go inside then they would have it. Her face beamed when she said that. I said, "thank you" and I beamed right back. But secretly I was annoyed because I was lazy and had to go back inside. My beaming was fake. But, as we in the trade say, "I got over it" and took it like a man and went inside.

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Remember royn? Er wait. No. It's "rain." I haven't seen it in so long I forgot how to spell it. One day, though, Grapevine Lake is going to cozy up real close to the Glass Cactus and say like a greasy little slicky slick smoothy pro, "You must be a Snickers because you satisfy me." What a glorious day that will be.

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This sign outside the front entrance changes colors. I am easily entertained.

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I've never seen LeAnn Rimes up close before. No one told me her entire left side was blurry. She is so talented but then when you think about half of her being blurry, you just shake your head and thank dear God in heaven you have a totally sharp outline.

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LeAnn Rimes set list. Pretty exciting, eh? Look - of all the pieces of paper I took a picture of on September 7, 2006, this was the most exciting one. So screw you if you aren't as thrilled as I was.

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