Did i mention the cocaine remnants on his counter...

What would i change if i could......
So this weekend a few friends of mine go down to Victory Plaza to watch the TX v. OSU game. This is area has brought some amazing things to Dallas. The whole package including the 4 - 5 star restaurants, the shopping, the 3 jumbotrons, not to mention the TRL-esque news station located right on the corner. Its all really something that i could get used to. I am going to make it a point to go out there once every few weeks and support the cause. Why not go watch football on a 10,000 inch monitor in the beautiful weather, watching beautiful people, enjoying a beautifully cold beverage. i had a great time and my friends did to. One of these friends was in town for the weekend from Atlanta. Being that i knew he was getting tired of Atlanta living, i took the saturday as an oppurtunity to show off the new Dallas. He was set on getting up to the Ghost Bar during the day to see what all the fuss was about. i assured him that not only was it just club with spectacular views but its was not going to be open for viewing at 4pm in the afternoon. Sorry buddy, not gonna happen.
But just for the sake of doing it, we tried anyways. The W is just like any other hotel. You can literally walk in the doors and walk around wherever you want, within reason. Like we found out on Sat, there is a lobby for guest and there is a separate lobby for residents. We are roaming around trying to find a way to get up to the 30th floor. the Ghost bar elevators are closed so that option was out. Ok so lets try the stairs. After 15 flight i felt like i just ran a 5k. We got off of the 15th floor only to find a hallway full of hotel rooms and hotel maids. The elevator we can across only went up to 17. Oh well, we're already up here. Might as well go up to 17. We get off at 17 and see that theres a gym and an over look to the pool on the 16th floor. The heated pool overlooks Victory Plaza and the screens. One would be able to sit in the infinity pool and watch games from the JumboTron.
A man walked up to my friend and I am introduced himself. "hi, i'm so and so and i live here in the W" He was on his way up to his room and saw that we were curiously wandering around the 17th floor. He smelled like grass and beer. With cup in hand he went on to tell us about the golf tournament, living at the W, and all the wonderful things there are to do when you pay $3,000 a month. He was leasing a 1 bedroom up on the 26th floor. "You guys wanna come up?"
"um...hell yeah"
So on we go up to his room. He was about 30 something, single, not a care in the world.
"pardon the mess, we got crazy last night"
We understood. I am no amateur when it comes to getting crazy at night and leaving your place looking like a hot mess until the morning. Heck just ask my roommate. He knows all about it. And how crazy is it that this random white guy invites us up to his apartment at the W. I thought only people like Mark Cuban and Mike Madano got this kind of real estate.
So we're up there. Wood floors, Sub zero appliance, huge balcony facing downtown (i mean really fuking huge), just amazing.
Finally i had to ask..."what do you do?"
Basically "how the hell do you afford this place?"
He goes on to explain that he's an orthodontist. Him and his father own a private practive in Southlake and apparently its doing well.
That brings me to the one thing i could change about my life. MY PROFESSION!