Arizona Adventure

The new tattoo, the famous Volkswagen up and running, downtown, home at last.

   Wow, where to start? In April I wasn't even sure we'd make it home Memorial Day weekend, but after some searching we found this ridiculously cheap flight and couldn't pass it up. Michael hadn't seen anyone since we got married, and since I went home last month it was mostly dedicated to him and seeing his friends and family, though I fit in some of my own time, too.

Birthday dessert, frapuccinos at PHS graduation, Tattoo Jacob, The Boys, Devil's Pantry, family time, downtown, ice cream with Julia.

   We flew into an airport in Mesa, not the usual Sky Harbor, which was incredibly strange. Basically once you walk out of the gate you can see the door to the drop off and pick up area. We also got in pretty late. But hey, super cheap flight for a reason. Our schedule was pretty fucked. 

   We spent the night at my dad's and went to breakfast with him, Chris and my friend Julia, where I realized I hadn't sat and laughed with people since the last time I visited. I laugh probably a quarter as often in Oklahoma, and that's just because Michael is ridiculous. Anyway it felt great, and then we were on the road to Prescott.

   It's hard to do as much as we wanted to do in essentially three days, but we certainly tried. When we got into town I had an irresistible urge to get a tattoo. A small one, something for my love of Arizona. Yes I kind of threw together the idea and yes I'm not the only one who has an outline of my state with a heart where my hometown is but I don't give a damn. It's from my artist and it means a lot to me. 

   We went to a cousin's high school graduation, and from there is was pretty much eating, drinking, and being merry. Michael finally had a real 21st celebration with his friends on Whiskey Row, and I had lunch with my mom and grandmother and opened a few little presents for my birthday early. We had a ton of food, spent lots of money and don't regret any of it.