I knew the Adam’s Mark had morphed into a Sheraton. I even knew Adam’s Mark execuchef Uwe Rudnick, one of the nicest chefs in the biz, had fled north to the Intercontinental Hotel in Addison. However, I did not know that the Chaparral Club is officially closed. That makes me sad. I learned how to dance standing on top of my father’s feet as he moved along the parquet floor at the Chaparral Club. Up until a month or so ago, it was still one of the top spots to dine and dance as the lights of the Dallas skyline twinkled at your feet. Hmm. Dinner and dancing cannot go away, folks. There is still Nana, but where else can a gal trip the lights? I think I’m going to go into Timmy’s office and roll up into a fetal position on his couch and cry.