We couldn't get tickets to the guided tour, but were the first group in on the self-guided tour (anyone surprised? Rise and Shine!). Neither one of us is really an NFL fan--which was obvious since we stuck out not wearing Cowboy apparel--but taking in the stadium was quite impressive!
This is Jerry Jones (Cowboy's owner) private elevator. Where does it take him...
Speaking of Jerry Jones--He is a Little Rock native. Duh! Doesn't everyone know that. Well, not us. In each room, there is a staff member to greet you, answer questions, etc. The guy in the press room asked where we were from and we said Little Rock. He replied "oh, you are Jerry's neighbor." We thought we heard him wrong so we asked him to repeat it. Jerry. But...Matt & I both thought he said "Jeremy"---to whom you should know that Matt & I already think that our neighbor, Jeremy, knows everyone! We couldn't believe we were in Texas and they knew Jeremy! Well, not exactly. But maybe one day.
It was finally time for the moment
we Matt had been waiting for...time to meet some cheerleaders! Can I just say that they looked so young! Notice, because of freaks who want close up pictures of their underwear, Matt was only allowed to stand this close.
As you can tell, we spent several hours at the rally day. We took tons of pictures (I only spared you the highlights) and I bet we both look at the stadium differently now when we see it on tv. Unfortunately, we weren't able to get tickets (well, cheap seat tickets) for the awesome Arkansas vs. A&M game the following weekend at the Cowboy Stadium, but now we understand why that was such a cool experience for those players.
We got back in the rv and headed toward our next destination...Austin. It was a several hours drive with not a whole lot to see but dry, barren fields and pastures. But thanks to a tip from my former boss, Anna Beth (who loves, loves, loves Texas) she directed us to stop in a tiny town called West to purchase their famous kaloches.
Goodness, day 2 was long. Let's continue it on the next blog. Austin here we come.