Saturday, November 15th.
Oooohhhh... The day of the Baroness show! So good.
I went up to Devon St. for lunch with Hugh and Taylor and their friends Patrick and Belinda. We walked up and down the road for almost an hour in 30 degree weather, plus wind chill, trying to find the cheapest buffet with vegetarian options. Finally, we found one for $6 and I ate samosas and fried spinach cakes until I though I would burst. Devon St is famous for being the Indian district of Chicago so all the food and shops are small and pretty authentic.
After lunch, which ended up being more like dinner, we headed back to the house where I waited for Daniel and Tega to pick me up for the show. Before we went to the show, we stopped at the Virgin Mary water mark. It is now a shrine but a few years ago, apparently, the Virgin appeared in a water make under a freeway overpass. It looks like her to me. Anyway, that was rad. I didn't have my camera but I took one with my phone.
The Baroness show was great. The sound was a little off, even I could tell, but I enjoyed it all the same. They played with Coliseum and another band I cant remember. Coliseum was really rad. I didn't know I liked them.... Maybe I am starting to like metal. Weird.
We stopped by a party after the show. I got all freaked out by some woman and her husband. I introduced myself and she went all crazy and told me I was beautiful in a weird way. I get bashful because it was in the middle of a group of people who were trying to have a conversation. She kept pushing the issue and I kept saying thanks because what else am I supposed to say? Her husband decided to join in too. I just wanted to leave. At some point I was talking to some girl about my travels and the husband guy came over and asked me "So, who takes care of you?" I told him I took care of myself, but that wasn't good enough. I wanted to punch him in his fucking patriarchal, hippy-dippy, wine drinking fucking face. What a jerk.
Back at the house, I vented about the party and ate three cloves or raw garlic to chase my cold away.
Sunday, November 16th.
Oh boy. I went to the house of a person I met on couchsurfing.com. She wasnt' awful by and means. She just wasn't my cup of tea. Really it was her friends I didn't like. They were liberal muggles to the max. Sorry if this is you.
They were extremely gossipy, talked about how Obama was going to save this country, and how racism doesn't exist anymore. They talked about the people they know, name dropping, and wasted the food they put on their plates. Julia was great, until her friends came over. Oh well. We made an apple pie sort of thing with a sweet potato crust.
When I got home, I ended up hanging out with some of the Lowercase kids until 3am.
The rest of my days in Chicago were pretty much the same. I did a lot of staying up late and sleeping until noon. I hung out with the Lowercase kids, sometimes not leaving the house at all. It got really cold there in those few days, so going out wasn't very appealing. I did finally go out to lunch at the Chicago Diner. It was good. Pretty much typical vegan food. And I went to a potluck at Voku, another collective/info shop.
I left Chicago on Wednesday. I was really starting to like it there but a week is a good amount of time to see a city. Its not like there was a whole lot to do anyway. The train ride from Chicago to DC wasn't bad. I managed to sleep a little but certainly not enough. From DC, I took a PM train down to Charlotte, NC. I met some nice people in the train station while I was waiting for the sun to come up. No, I did not sleep at all.
When the sun finally came up, it was time to hitch to Asheville. I managed to make it to Asheville in under three hours. My first ride was to the highway from the train station. My second ride was half way up I-77. The third was in a semi, which by the way is awesome, to the 77 I40 junction. I walked down the loop, to the other side of the over pass and had a ride. I waited less than 5 minutes between each ride. I was in Asheville by 9:30am.
Also, I found out that my SG set went up on the frond page while I was making my way down here. I get paid $500, which is the part I am excited about, and I now officially have Suicide Girl status. I think its really funny they named me July. I'm still unsure how I feel about being a "suicide girl"....
Other than that, it's great to see Ian. I am looking forward to our adventures!
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Chicago
Sunday, November 9th.
The original plan was to get up early and go out to the Grand Canyon. I was really, really excited to get out there again, but as fate would have it, we did not go. We all got up early to find a storm in the sky. It was going to be raining and possibly snowing all the way there. Scratch that plan.
As a replacement plan, we went out to Ronald's, the vegan doughnut place. They were so good!!! It was almost worth missing the Grand Canyon for them! I ate two and took three with me.
Since I still needed to catch a train somewhere in Arizona, Liz, Winter and Elise decided to take me to Kingman. Kingman is a tiny town just two hours from the border of Arizona and Nevada. I was really tired and kind of fell asleep on the drive, missing the Hoover Dam and most of the scenery. Thankfully, I had seen it before.
We arrived in Kingman, where it was way too cold, windy and boring. We went to eat at a little Mexican place that didn't ask for ID when we ordered drinks and I'm sure most of the food wasn't vegan. You win some, you lose some.
I found a hotel to sit in while I waited for the train and said my goodbyes to the girls. The hotel is this awesome little spot just a few yards from the station. Its super haunted, as I found out. If you want to know that story, your going to have to actually call me for it.
The train was late, and came at 3:45am instead of 3:05am. Yeah! Chicago, here I come.
Monday, November 10th.
I sat on a train all day! Saw some beautiful landscapes, saw a lot of nothing, slept. Yeah.
Tuesday, November 11th.
The train finally got to Chicago in the afternoon. It wasn't as cold as I thought it would be, or windy. I made my way to Lowercase, the house I am staying at. It is a punk collective. I was a little apprehensive at first but they are really great kids and not nearly as pretentious or unwelcoming as the punk kids in Portland.
We made dinner and watched Summer Storm, which I highly recommend.
Wednesday, November 12th.
My SG set went up today. It was a weird feeling and I had forgotten all about it until I checked my email and had 91 unread messages. Hmmm... Still don't know how I feel about that. Anyway, its up now and I have gotten some good reviews.
I went with some of the kids that live at Lowercase to a Korean market. It was super rad. I bought greasy seaweed to eat and some vegan spicy ramen noodles. Yummy.
From there, Hugh took me to the Harold Washington Library! Nine floors of books! Greatest building ever! I really liked it and spent three hours there.
Once the glory of the library wore off, I decided to wander around downtown for a while. I of course got somewhat lost but quickly found myself again when I got to the train station.
From there I went to meet up with Andy, a guy from the wonderful couchsurfing.com. I don't think I like that website much. I have yet to meet anyone I would want to stay with for more than 24 hours.... He and his girlfriend were nice, really nice, in fact. Just a little weird. Whateves. Their friend Kelsey was pretty rad. I want to hang out with her again before I leave!
I got lost on the way back to Lowercase. I usually have a good sense of direction but the Logan Square stop is shit. There are three streets at the intersection and no way to tell which way is which from the stop! I called Jake for directions but that didn't help and ended up talking to a cop. He wasn't much help either. I finally called Kevin and he got me home. Thank god.
Back at Lowercase, people stay up really late. I got home and wanted to go to bed early but ended up hanging out in the kitchen until 5am.
Thursday, November 13th.
After waking up to an empty house and showering, I made my way to the Garfield Park Conservatory. Its just a really big greenhouse. Lots of exotic plants and cacti. The whole place smelled of fresh dirt and made me miss gardening.
It was getting late so I headed downtown to wait for the Art Institute to open for free hours. I stopped in a Borders to kill time and met two really nice women. They are in their late 20's and well traveled. We talked for a while and I plan to call they while I am here.
I don't really get museums. I know I should. And I still go to them but they just aren't that interesting. I wandered through the Art Institute for almost two hours. Its nice to say that I have been there, but I am not as taken with the paintings as I probably should be. They look exactly the same as they do in books. They are just bigger in person.
I like historical sculpture. They have some old Greek and Roman statues and a mummies coffin. That stuff was cool. And I liked the African art, but I guess I just don't care about famous paintings. I went. I wouldn't go back but I'm sure Ill end up in another museum before I am through.
This kid Austin met up with me at AIC. He is nice and we walked around killing time until a free string quartet concert started. It turns out the show was terrible and I should have gone the the Cunt Collective House to see the BeeHive Collective talk about their art. They are doing it again on Saturday but I think I might go to a Baroness show instead.
I went home after the concert and hung out with everyone until way too late. I am finding that I really like these kids. Not everything is about the movement and they seem to be a very welcoming bunch. Its not nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be.
My only complaint is that they have a serious mouse infestation. Its a typical punk house where dishes never get done and there is always a mess. This does not help with the mice.
Friday, November 14th.
Today was a lazy day that almost felt like a holiday. I went to the store with Tega to retrieve pie ingredients and went back to the house. We made lasagna and pie all day. It was Taylor's birthday and Rugrat is moving so they had a party. Everyone brought food and the food and conversation were great. We played a game called the Village, which took way too long but proved to be epic in the end. Hugh managed to manipulate 20 people and turn them against each other and win in the end.
I have spent most of my time here feeling very indifferent and apathetic. I am not really stoked on anything but not really bummed out either. I like it here just fine. I want to come back again at some point but as far as feeling the way I did in SF...we are far from it. It doesn't help that I haven't pooped since I before I left Vegas. I know you wanted to know that. But I think I would feel a lot better if I could. Being physically uncomfortable, as well as socially and mentally, doesn't make for a good time.
I know I cant expect to fall in love with every place I go. And I have only been here a couple of days so I know the feeling would pass. It just doesnt make me terribly happy to be here. I am having a hard time getting excited about seeing all this new stuff. LIke the museums, I dont really seem to care anymore. I never want to see the tourist sights but I always feel obligated to. I am just not getting excited about the little things I think. (Although, I will say I am excited about the El. I really like the aesthetics of the public transit system here. I don't know why....)
Today was the first day that I think I really enjoyed myself. Making pie and spending quality time with the folks here really helped. I am hoping that tomorrow will be just as warm and that the Baroness show will be rad!
The original plan was to get up early and go out to the Grand Canyon. I was really, really excited to get out there again, but as fate would have it, we did not go. We all got up early to find a storm in the sky. It was going to be raining and possibly snowing all the way there. Scratch that plan.
As a replacement plan, we went out to Ronald's, the vegan doughnut place. They were so good!!! It was almost worth missing the Grand Canyon for them! I ate two and took three with me.
Since I still needed to catch a train somewhere in Arizona, Liz, Winter and Elise decided to take me to Kingman. Kingman is a tiny town just two hours from the border of Arizona and Nevada. I was really tired and kind of fell asleep on the drive, missing the Hoover Dam and most of the scenery. Thankfully, I had seen it before.
We arrived in Kingman, where it was way too cold, windy and boring. We went to eat at a little Mexican place that didn't ask for ID when we ordered drinks and I'm sure most of the food wasn't vegan. You win some, you lose some.
I found a hotel to sit in while I waited for the train and said my goodbyes to the girls. The hotel is this awesome little spot just a few yards from the station. Its super haunted, as I found out. If you want to know that story, your going to have to actually call me for it.
The train was late, and came at 3:45am instead of 3:05am. Yeah! Chicago, here I come.
Monday, November 10th.
I sat on a train all day! Saw some beautiful landscapes, saw a lot of nothing, slept. Yeah.
Tuesday, November 11th.
The train finally got to Chicago in the afternoon. It wasn't as cold as I thought it would be, or windy. I made my way to Lowercase, the house I am staying at. It is a punk collective. I was a little apprehensive at first but they are really great kids and not nearly as pretentious or unwelcoming as the punk kids in Portland.
We made dinner and watched Summer Storm, which I highly recommend.
Wednesday, November 12th.
My SG set went up today. It was a weird feeling and I had forgotten all about it until I checked my email and had 91 unread messages. Hmmm... Still don't know how I feel about that. Anyway, its up now and I have gotten some good reviews.
I went with some of the kids that live at Lowercase to a Korean market. It was super rad. I bought greasy seaweed to eat and some vegan spicy ramen noodles. Yummy.
From there, Hugh took me to the Harold Washington Library! Nine floors of books! Greatest building ever! I really liked it and spent three hours there.
Once the glory of the library wore off, I decided to wander around downtown for a while. I of course got somewhat lost but quickly found myself again when I got to the train station.
From there I went to meet up with Andy, a guy from the wonderful couchsurfing.com. I don't think I like that website much. I have yet to meet anyone I would want to stay with for more than 24 hours.... He and his girlfriend were nice, really nice, in fact. Just a little weird. Whateves. Their friend Kelsey was pretty rad. I want to hang out with her again before I leave!
I got lost on the way back to Lowercase. I usually have a good sense of direction but the Logan Square stop is shit. There are three streets at the intersection and no way to tell which way is which from the stop! I called Jake for directions but that didn't help and ended up talking to a cop. He wasn't much help either. I finally called Kevin and he got me home. Thank god.
Back at Lowercase, people stay up really late. I got home and wanted to go to bed early but ended up hanging out in the kitchen until 5am.
Thursday, November 13th.
After waking up to an empty house and showering, I made my way to the Garfield Park Conservatory. Its just a really big greenhouse. Lots of exotic plants and cacti. The whole place smelled of fresh dirt and made me miss gardening.
It was getting late so I headed downtown to wait for the Art Institute to open for free hours. I stopped in a Borders to kill time and met two really nice women. They are in their late 20's and well traveled. We talked for a while and I plan to call they while I am here.
I don't really get museums. I know I should. And I still go to them but they just aren't that interesting. I wandered through the Art Institute for almost two hours. Its nice to say that I have been there, but I am not as taken with the paintings as I probably should be. They look exactly the same as they do in books. They are just bigger in person.
I like historical sculpture. They have some old Greek and Roman statues and a mummies coffin. That stuff was cool. And I liked the African art, but I guess I just don't care about famous paintings. I went. I wouldn't go back but I'm sure Ill end up in another museum before I am through.
This kid Austin met up with me at AIC. He is nice and we walked around killing time until a free string quartet concert started. It turns out the show was terrible and I should have gone the the Cunt Collective House to see the BeeHive Collective talk about their art. They are doing it again on Saturday but I think I might go to a Baroness show instead.
I went home after the concert and hung out with everyone until way too late. I am finding that I really like these kids. Not everything is about the movement and they seem to be a very welcoming bunch. Its not nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be.
My only complaint is that they have a serious mouse infestation. Its a typical punk house where dishes never get done and there is always a mess. This does not help with the mice.
Friday, November 14th.
Today was a lazy day that almost felt like a holiday. I went to the store with Tega to retrieve pie ingredients and went back to the house. We made lasagna and pie all day. It was Taylor's birthday and Rugrat is moving so they had a party. Everyone brought food and the food and conversation were great. We played a game called the Village, which took way too long but proved to be epic in the end. Hugh managed to manipulate 20 people and turn them against each other and win in the end.
I have spent most of my time here feeling very indifferent and apathetic. I am not really stoked on anything but not really bummed out either. I like it here just fine. I want to come back again at some point but as far as feeling the way I did in SF...we are far from it. It doesn't help that I haven't pooped since I before I left Vegas. I know you wanted to know that. But I think I would feel a lot better if I could. Being physically uncomfortable, as well as socially and mentally, doesn't make for a good time.
I know I cant expect to fall in love with every place I go. And I have only been here a couple of days so I know the feeling would pass. It just doesnt make me terribly happy to be here. I am having a hard time getting excited about seeing all this new stuff. LIke the museums, I dont really seem to care anymore. I never want to see the tourist sights but I always feel obligated to. I am just not getting excited about the little things I think. (Although, I will say I am excited about the El. I really like the aesthetics of the public transit system here. I don't know why....)
Today was the first day that I think I really enjoyed myself. Making pie and spending quality time with the folks here really helped. I am hoping that tomorrow will be just as warm and that the Baroness show will be rad!
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Vegas Baby!
Thursday, November 6th.
Elise and I went hiking on this really rad trail that let to some hot springs. It was a really nice hike although, it was dangerous at times. The trail is clearly marked but there a spots that you have to climb down a wall of rock with a rope that has been left there by other hikers. Kind of scary at times.
At the end of the trail are hot springs. It definitely makes the hike well worth the hour of walking in the sand to get there. I undressed and climbed right in. Elise, on the other hand, is a little more modest and wore her swim suit. There was another hiker already there but it didn't bother me much.
The hike back was a little more difficult. My muscles were all relaxed and like Jello on the walk back.
We were supposed to go to Skymania that night but by the time we got back we were exhausted. I made dinner and went to bed early.
Friday, November 7th.
Most of the day was boring. I had a doctor's appointment to go to and that was it. When I got back to the apartment, I spent the afternoon doing laundry, doing yoga (really I was just stretching in interesting ways), and going origami. I got some nice paper so I though I would try it.
Mamo (that is what I call my grandmother), arrived in Vegas that evening. I had agreed to meet her and John on The Strip to have dinner and spend some time with them. She is turning 70 on the 13th. I got as dressed up as I could to meet them. We had dinner in one of the casinos and I, of course, had a hard time finding vegan food. I eventually found a vegi burger that didn't have cheese and ate that.
Mamo ordered us drinks and I decided to have a nice bourbon on the rocks. After dinner I took her down to the Ballagio fountain. She loved it. It is pretty at night and much more entertaining than during the day.
I really hate Vegas. Or I hate the Las Vegas Strip. It is just awful! In every way! Ninety percent of the people there are overweight slobs. I am sure I sound like a jerk saying this and I am definitely being size-ist, but those people are fat, lazy and disgusting.
Las Vegas is like a playground for spoiled kids that just want, want, want. It is gluttonous and made me feel gross for being a part of it. Every inch is a plastic, corporate commodity there to temporarily fill the void in peoples souls. I enjoyed my time with my grandmother. And I did enjoy a few of our activities but after last night, I do not ever want to come back here again.
That said, Mamo and I went for drinks at Cesar's Palace. I drank more expensive bourbon and we listened to like jazz at one of the many bars. We were having "a gay old time," as she would say, but for whatever reason made our way back to her hotel.
We got all the way upstairs and I wanted to go out and make a phone call. She thought I was going out to continue the party and came with. Back in the casino.
I do not gamble. I don't like anything about it. It makes me nervous and stressed out. Its not that I don't like taking chances at all, I just don't like to risk my money. If I don't gamble, its mine, I can keep it and know that its not going anywhere. My grandmother on the other hand, likes to gamble and doesn't like to do it alone.
She was giving me money all night to play with. You would think I would relax and gayfully lose her money for her but no. I stressed.
We played Black Jack at a $25 minimum table. I had never played before and had some beginners luck. And then I lost it all. I would have walked away, but no, everyone else wanted to keep going. I was playing with other peoples money and drinking free bourbon and still couldn't relax. There is something very wrong with me.
Our night over all was spend drinking, gambling and hitting on rich older men (older than me but younger than her...). I think it was a good time!
(If you are interested, you can ask me more about my night gambling but I just don't want to put all of it up here on public display.)
Saturday, November 8th.
Oh, lordy. I can drink juice and have a hangover. I woke up sore and thirsty. Mamo and John had snored all night but I didn't notice once. Thankfully I woke up to a cup of coffee. It was cheap, Krispy Kreme drip coffee but it had caffeine none the less.
We make out way up The Strip to a Denny's. I dont know why. Aparently, in Vegas, places you would never usually go are acceptabe because they are covered in glitter and flashing lights. I had a hell of a time finding vegan options on the menu. I ended up with oatmeal and applesauce, oh yeah, and nasty drip coffee. It was food and I was happy to eat, I am just spoiled and miss having breakfast at The Paradox.
We walked up and down the strip. I took them to see the Forum shops in Cesar's and the Pussycat Doll's casino. We stumbled upon it but it seemed to make John's day so I am going to take credit for it.
After too many hours of walking, we went back to the hotel and found a bar in the casino. We sat and I drank Shirly Temples while they got trashed. It was nice to see my grandmother again. She is an amazing woman with too many wild stories to count. I have nothing on her when it comes to wild times. I think I am being wild when I get too drunk and bite someone. She isn't even too wild when she is on coke, dancing on the bar on a cruise to the Bahamas and getting it on with some waiter who doesn't speak English. The women in my family know how to party. Except me (for some strange reason). Let's not even start on my mother.
Liz came down to pick me up and go out to dinner. We went to VegiDelight, a vegan Vietnamese place in Chinatown. Chinatown, by the way, is a strip mall with pagoda style roof tops. The food was really good and I was happy to eat food that didn't come with a million questions.
Tomorrow, we will drive out to the Grand Canyon. From there I will make my way to Flagstaff and Phoenix. Then it is on to good old Chicago where I will be freezing my butt off!
Elise and I went hiking on this really rad trail that let to some hot springs. It was a really nice hike although, it was dangerous at times. The trail is clearly marked but there a spots that you have to climb down a wall of rock with a rope that has been left there by other hikers. Kind of scary at times.
At the end of the trail are hot springs. It definitely makes the hike well worth the hour of walking in the sand to get there. I undressed and climbed right in. Elise, on the other hand, is a little more modest and wore her swim suit. There was another hiker already there but it didn't bother me much.
The hike back was a little more difficult. My muscles were all relaxed and like Jello on the walk back.
We were supposed to go to Skymania that night but by the time we got back we were exhausted. I made dinner and went to bed early.
Friday, November 7th.
Most of the day was boring. I had a doctor's appointment to go to and that was it. When I got back to the apartment, I spent the afternoon doing laundry, doing yoga (really I was just stretching in interesting ways), and going origami. I got some nice paper so I though I would try it.
Mamo (that is what I call my grandmother), arrived in Vegas that evening. I had agreed to meet her and John on The Strip to have dinner and spend some time with them. She is turning 70 on the 13th. I got as dressed up as I could to meet them. We had dinner in one of the casinos and I, of course, had a hard time finding vegan food. I eventually found a vegi burger that didn't have cheese and ate that.
Mamo ordered us drinks and I decided to have a nice bourbon on the rocks. After dinner I took her down to the Ballagio fountain. She loved it. It is pretty at night and much more entertaining than during the day.
I really hate Vegas. Or I hate the Las Vegas Strip. It is just awful! In every way! Ninety percent of the people there are overweight slobs. I am sure I sound like a jerk saying this and I am definitely being size-ist, but those people are fat, lazy and disgusting.
Las Vegas is like a playground for spoiled kids that just want, want, want. It is gluttonous and made me feel gross for being a part of it. Every inch is a plastic, corporate commodity there to temporarily fill the void in peoples souls. I enjoyed my time with my grandmother. And I did enjoy a few of our activities but after last night, I do not ever want to come back here again.
That said, Mamo and I went for drinks at Cesar's Palace. I drank more expensive bourbon and we listened to like jazz at one of the many bars. We were having "a gay old time," as she would say, but for whatever reason made our way back to her hotel.
We got all the way upstairs and I wanted to go out and make a phone call. She thought I was going out to continue the party and came with. Back in the casino.
I do not gamble. I don't like anything about it. It makes me nervous and stressed out. Its not that I don't like taking chances at all, I just don't like to risk my money. If I don't gamble, its mine, I can keep it and know that its not going anywhere. My grandmother on the other hand, likes to gamble and doesn't like to do it alone.
She was giving me money all night to play with. You would think I would relax and gayfully lose her money for her but no. I stressed.
We played Black Jack at a $25 minimum table. I had never played before and had some beginners luck. And then I lost it all. I would have walked away, but no, everyone else wanted to keep going. I was playing with other peoples money and drinking free bourbon and still couldn't relax. There is something very wrong with me.
Our night over all was spend drinking, gambling and hitting on rich older men (older than me but younger than her...). I think it was a good time!
(If you are interested, you can ask me more about my night gambling but I just don't want to put all of it up here on public display.)
Saturday, November 8th.
Oh, lordy. I can drink juice and have a hangover. I woke up sore and thirsty. Mamo and John had snored all night but I didn't notice once. Thankfully I woke up to a cup of coffee. It was cheap, Krispy Kreme drip coffee but it had caffeine none the less.
We make out way up The Strip to a Denny's. I dont know why. Aparently, in Vegas, places you would never usually go are acceptabe because they are covered in glitter and flashing lights. I had a hell of a time finding vegan options on the menu. I ended up with oatmeal and applesauce, oh yeah, and nasty drip coffee. It was food and I was happy to eat, I am just spoiled and miss having breakfast at The Paradox.
We walked up and down the strip. I took them to see the Forum shops in Cesar's and the Pussycat Doll's casino. We stumbled upon it but it seemed to make John's day so I am going to take credit for it.
After too many hours of walking, we went back to the hotel and found a bar in the casino. We sat and I drank Shirly Temples while they got trashed. It was nice to see my grandmother again. She is an amazing woman with too many wild stories to count. I have nothing on her when it comes to wild times. I think I am being wild when I get too drunk and bite someone. She isn't even too wild when she is on coke, dancing on the bar on a cruise to the Bahamas and getting it on with some waiter who doesn't speak English. The women in my family know how to party. Except me (for some strange reason). Let's not even start on my mother.
Liz came down to pick me up and go out to dinner. We went to VegiDelight, a vegan Vietnamese place in Chinatown. Chinatown, by the way, is a strip mall with pagoda style roof tops. The food was really good and I was happy to eat food that didn't come with a million questions.
Tomorrow, we will drive out to the Grand Canyon. From there I will make my way to Flagstaff and Phoenix. Then it is on to good old Chicago where I will be freezing my butt off!
Friday, November 7, 2008
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