When you step into the Big D-Dallas, that is-there's a lot more to expect than just massive, artery-clogging steaks cooked medium rare. You'll notice that it's hotter and more humid than a midsummer's day in Cambodia. If you think your 99-cent antiperspirant and deodorant combo is going to keep you from sweating profusely and smelling like rotten milk, you're direly mistaken. Although perspiring like a fat dude driving a VW Beetle with no air conditioning might not bother you, the fact that there is absolutely nothing to do in Dallas will. Honestly, we're talking about a city where you need to take a $50 taxi ride to get anywhere. Interestingly enough, sitting through the movie Gigli might even prove to be more entertaining than hanging out in Dallas on a normal day.
Have no fear, though, because this isn't a normal day; it's an antidote for all your Big D woes, and it's called Hot Import Nights. Duck inside the Market Hall where you can shelter yourself from the immense heat with some air conditioning and some ice-cold Vanilla Pepsi samples. And with show cars, break-dancers, and chicks on poles everywhere you looked, you can bet nobody cried that there wasn't anything to do, even if the show did last for seven hours. Like always, full entertainment was provided at the Super Street studio with Mary J. Whatshername (Mary Kay, the makeup chick?-JN). So, for all those in the Big D that wanna chill with us the next time HIN is in town, you now know where to find us. Well, you should if you were paying attention. At Hot Import Nights-sheesh. Well, either at the show or at the Pharmacy Lounge, depending on how much of a pain in the ass it is for us to get into the show again.