What a long, long day. Tonight I am in Tucson, and tomorrow I’ll be in LA. There weren’t many stops to make today, as I wanted to drive as far as I could without stopping. I didn’t get any free breakfast this morning from the hotel, so I was forced to spend $2.89 for a Sonic breakfast burrito combo meal. It was the first time I ever had Sonic, and will probably be the last time. Everything was going good until I got to the last few bites of the burrito, and it began leaking what was either melted butter or melted lard all over my hands. The thing about fast food is, it’s fine while you’re eating it, but the moment you finish your meal you have this intense feeling of remorse. Like sex with a fat girl.
Anyway, the drive was scenic. In New Mexico, the mountains are very bare and rocky, and in Arizona there is more vegetation. That’s how you tell the states apart. There are other differences between them (names, populations, city sizes, etc.), but the amount of plant-life and kind of plant-life are what one notices while driving through. It wasn’t until Davidson Canyon that I saw my first Sonoran cacti. Those are the ones that grow straight up with arms at their sides. The Sonoran Desert is the only place you’ll find those cacti.
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Other than that, the ride was uneventful. I went to Truth Or Consequences, NM and visited the little market where I bought my skull the last time I was there. Then I promptly turned around and left.
By the way, for all of you back home on the East Coast, you might want to buy property in this up-and-coming Southwestern neighborhood. I hear it’s totally not ironic to wear a cowboy hat there.
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In Tucson, I met Matt at his apartment and we immediately headed for dinner at a local eatery called El Charro Cafe. They made good enchiladas. Afterwards, we walked downtown to see if there were any good shows at the local clubs, but there were not. There’s a biker conference here this weekend, so the sounds of hog engines revving brought back awful memories of the Sturgis bike rally two years ago.
We wound up at Matt’s old roommates’ apartment. You might remember them from my trip out here three or four years ago, when we went to Vegas, and on the night we got back they (the two roommates) started a bar brawl at a local pub where half of the University of Arizona hangs out. They’ve mellowed quite a bit. They decided to buy an XBox on a whim, so while they ran to Target, Matt and I went to get 50 hot wings from one of the many local wing joints in Tucson. I don’t know where the time went, but eventually I started to get really tired really fast, and now I’m about to go to sleep for the night. I feel like an old man.
