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Saturday, May 12, 2007

I've got to get me a hat

...or What Happens in Tucson, stays in Tucson.

Today J and I hopped a couple of puddle jumpers and headed out west. Our lay over was deep in the heart of Texas, Dallas that is -- Even the luggage has hats.

We laughed at the cliched "Everything is Big In Texas" memorabilia. Well, apparently the egos are also big! We weren't there long enough to visit with J.R. and Sue Ellen. But we were there long enough to realize that them people seriously loved their state.

I'll bet if they could secede from the U.S. to make their own state, they would. And I would whole-heartedly support that if it weren't for the fact that those people would probably declare war on a few disliked nations within a few hours. Instead of a Jihad, they'd have a Yee-haw'd.

Next we hopped Bronco Billy..er..the next plane, which felt like it was being steered with all of the steadiness of a 90 year-old with parkinsons.

Seriously? Do you win a prize if you can stay on the plane for 8.5 seconds?

And just where did this pilot get his credentials? Did they come with CrackerJack? Or at least a bonus bottle of Urine B Gone?

Next, we reached our destination, Tucson, where we were met by our friend, Ryan. We were then wisked away to Whataburger for a quick lunch and some sweet tea (for me). Oh, and check out Ryan's beautiful digs, where we will be chilling for the next week (save for a quick road trip north later in the week).

We are at this beautiful apartment complex with patios over looking a nice oasis in the middle. Kind of like Melrose place but without the psycho doctor chick...as far as I know...


Next, we were escorted away over the mountain to the Arizona-Sonoma National Museum to take in the wonders of the Southwest including some wildlife, vegetation, and really tall cacti. Did I mention I got a hat? Yeah... It's kind of cute in a hilly-billy sort of way, but mainly, it serves the purpose of keeping me from getting burnt.

Finally, we stopped for some dinner and caught the sunset over the Trader Joes before packing it in for the night.

Can you believe i've been up for 20 hours now??? Seriously. WTF?

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2 Comments:

At 5/13/2007 12:50 AM, Blogger honeykbee's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

It would appear as though there is a giant saguaro sticking out of your adorable new hat

 
At 5/13/2007 2:39 AM, Blogger Amanda's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

The luggage. Has hats.

Dear god.

Glad you're having fun!

(Tonight's word-verification word is "enmea." Seriously? Seriously.)

 

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