Tech Support II (a.k.a. Friend and Reader BobbyK) spent the weekend with us, and on Friday night we went out to dinner at one of Plano’s most crowded and noisy eating places, Legacy Hall, in the area known as Legacy West just off the Dallas North Tollway. It’s basically the equivalent of a mall food court which caters not to the kiddie- and preteen set, but to grownups. There is no chain restaurant presence (other than Velvet Tacos, barely a chain), and from the three dozen-odd kiosks comes a huge variety of foods ranging from sushi, BBQ, lobster rolls, tacos, pizza and lamb gyros to an endless supply of locally-brewed beers and of course hard liquor. Weekend nights feature an outdoor (also, usually local) band on stage, and pre-Chinkvirus, the place absolutely throbbed. During the lockdowns, of course, the place was like a tomb.
Last Friday night it was throbbing again, jam-packed, and at a rough guess, only about half the people walking around were wearing face condoms. (While seated for eating and drinking, of course, nobody was wearing them.) Even in the elevators, only a few people were wearing masks. (One girl’s mask consisted of fine muslin and sequins… actually, quite pretty: a “Dream of Jeannie” look.)
All good fun, in other words: my only problem with the whole thing was that the loud music and concomitant noise from people shouting at each other set my tinnitus to “scream” mode, so we left after dinner. But what a fine experience, to see people out and about and getting on with the serious adult fun of eating, drinking and mating. (One guy was giving his female companion a very thorough foot massage at the table next to ours.)
Fuck you, Fauci: you, and your entire cohort of control freaks.