If They Showed Boobs During Council Meetings More Often, We'd Totally Go
As my computer died yesterday at City Hall, Angela Hunt started in on a beautiful speech about Dallas heritage. I was cursing Steve Jobs through most of it, but this is what I wrote down: "We need not to forget our heritage. We need this SUP process ..." Re: the West Village, etc: "It could be Addison ... We don't need to turn it into Euro Disney."
Tom Leppert, now apparently aware of Deep Ellum, adds: "We are going to look at all the elements," meaning crime + neighbors + ... uh, tits? No, seriously. Tits. More on that shortly in a moment. As I didn't finish last night's blow-by-blow, it's after the jump. There's nudity.
6:07 pm: Club Dada is up. A quarter of the room moves down to the front to support.
6:09pm: Bob Cummins -- father of Lil' Bob, author of The Weekly Bob newsletter at the ripe old age of ... uh, in elementary school -- speaks. Cummins is also co-owner of Club Dada, which "has been in operation for 22 years. We're a Dallas, even a Texas, landmark."
6:10pm: Amanda Newman, co-owner, speaks. Newman is queen of the sob story. Newman looks at me the wrong way, I get misty. "I was 16 years old when I got my first opportunity to perform live music ... at Club Dada." But Amanda is also doing some smackage. "I take umbrage," says Amanda, at people saying Deep Ellum is dangerous. She's about to play the kiddie card. Dada has had some kids play/sing there before, she says, and "I seriously doubt parents would allow their children to perform there" if it was dangerous. Now she's hitting on Leppert/Mr. Burns: "So I welcome you to come down to Deep Ellum any night of the week."
6:15 p.m. Angela Hunt reads on Unfair Park (bonus points!) that my computer died. She waves me down and asks if I want to plug in my computer. Shocked that such a thing would be possible at City Hall, I decline, as I have not brought my charger. Fail.
6:16 p.m. Dada is approved for SUP through 2013.
6:18 p.m. Double Wide, item 78, is up. Whole freaking place stands to support DW. Rightly so.
6:19 p.m. Kim and Jill, DW proprietors, stand up and look and sound smart and hot. DW rocks.
6:20 p.m. Beautiful and talented Chelsea Callahan gives a moving speech about having all kinds of bands and entertainment at DW, where all things are beautiful and special.
I am so not biased.
6:21 p.m. Oh my god, seriously, I need to start picking up dudes at city council meetings. No wonder Angela Hunt looks so hot. She has duuuuuuuudes to impress. This guy is all smart in his suit, and says the Double Wide "is a survivor." Does not reference the song "Survivor." Double Wide approved!
6:30 p.m. Council starts talking about some stuff that's not bars.
6:46 p.m. Can we go back to talking about beer and stabbing?
6:57 p.m. Angela Hunt says, "The Continental Bridge is our premiere bridge." So. Hot.
7:04 p.m. Amanda Newman nudges me, says Santa Claus/Robert Gates is Club Uropa owner. North Pole, confirm/deny? Mike Schiel, owner of Amsterdam Bar says: "I bet lingerie Thursdays sounded like a great idea!" Meanie.
7:10 p.m. Angela Hunt eats an apple.
7:15 p.m. I leave to attend to real-world booze research a la the Observer holiday party, at Bar Belmont.
7:20-59 p.m. Amanda Newman phones to say that soft-core porn has now been displayed in City Council chamber re: Club Uropa. Apparently Hunt pulled up the club's Web site, and it's TittyFest Two-Thousand-Forever. Bitchez denied. --Andrea Grimes