Saturday, January 21, 2012

Awww, Fiddle Faddle!

I just love when alliteration springs up in my everyday life.
"I'm taking my Fiddle Faddle and getting the fuck outta here!"

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Mr. Lucky's

Now vacant, Mr. Lucky's used to be a bar with a big draw on Grand Avenue in Phoenix. The old and faded sign, a sinister smiling joker, still stands as a beacon of what once was. The building is surrounded in chain link fence, and is home to a friendly rottweiler family (mama, papa, and baby rottweiler) who will gladly lick your fingers and chase you along the fence, as long as you befriend the excitable Papa Rottweiler first. Though now closed, Mr. Lucky's holds a special place in my heart. Many moons ago when my mom and dad were young and enamored with one another, they shared a trailer behind Mr. Lucky's - the trailer in which I was conceived. Without Mr. Lucky's, there would be no me. That's a very classy story for me to tell at parties and social gatherings.

Location: 3660 Grand Avenue, Phoenix, AZ 85019-3407

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Spring 2012

School starts next week. Did you hear that muffled sound? Don't worry, it's just me weeping. I'm taking Spanish 202 (the last Spanish class I'll have to take for my degree!), public speaking, and an anthropology class called Stones, Bones & Human Evolution. I've never taken an anthro class before, so I'm actually a bit excited about it. Between school and work, I will undoubtedly be rocking back and forth in the fetal position by April, but I feel like there will be freedom once that Spanish 202 class is over. The foreign language thing has been the most difficult series of classes I've ever taken. I don't feel like I have a good grasp on it; the wheels started to fall off around SPA201 (the 3rd semester), when I started taking the online class. If I had time to burn I'd love to start over and take them all again (or at least the first two) as non-credit classes, just to polish my knowledge. Ah well. I've gotta keep marching. I dream of the day I'll be able to take classes just for FUN, to learn something new. In the mean time, I'll be marching forward.

Monday, January 2, 2012

New Year's 2011

This year I decided to go to the Fiesta Bowl Block Party for New Year's Eve because the Gin Blossoms were playing. I have loved their music and wanted to see them play a show for years. Tempe is their hometown, so the fact that they were playing where they started the band made me feel all warm and fuzzy. To give my adventure another twist, I decided to ride the Phoenix light rail, which I've been meaning to do since it opened in December of 2008, but somehow never had the right opportunity. Navigating the light rail was surprisingly easy, and was a great way to do some people-watching. People watching is a good time on New Year's Eve because there is such a hodgepodge mix of people; older couples dressed sharply, vagabonds, rotund drunken slovenly folk, spring chickens with tiny sequined skirts and dark eye makeup, all shaken up and tossed in the same pot to stew. Once Richard and I arrived at our light rail stop, we zigzagged our way through the line and were birthed onto Mill Avenue with all the other shiny happy people celebrating the new year. There were stages, a super slide, a ferris wheel, a mechanical bull, an old black man playing his saxophone on the sidewalk for tips (I gave him $1 that I folded into a bow tie, because I'm skilled in the art of dollar bill bow ties), a psychic, and overpriced food and beverage stands. We actually paid $18 for two hot dogs and a drink. I am still digesting that fact, though the hot dogs have come and gone. Once we meandered over to the stage, we shuffled as far up as we could comfortably manage and dug in for the show. I wasn't sure what to expect but I was pleasantly surprised. The singer was perfect and hit every note, and the band was excellent. My love of Gin Blossoms was reinforced and I'm always excited to add a new band to my List of Bands I've Seen Live. I hope you all had an excellent New Year's Eve celebration. Cheers to Twenty Twelve!