Getting to Fort Worth was a trip and a half. We left DFW in our rental car, plotted the route to our hotel in the GPS. Never mind, the powers that be decided that multiple construction projects on spaghetti-like highways with few signs and a broken traffic light along the way were a test to see if we belong here. Or was it a cruel Mensa brain teaser to see if we are worthy of their conference? Two wrong turns and many miles out of the way we finally made it to the Fort Worth Renaissance Hotel in time for the Mensa AG.
As a reward for our efforts we were blessed with proximity to the Flying Saucer with 80 taps, including one for our beloved Arrogant Bastard, and a favorite of Helen’s: Founder’s Red Rye.