Arizona can pretty much be summed up with this picture.
And really, that picture looks a lot more fun than Arizona. As expected, it was dry, it was hot and it was, well...hot.
And while we were eating lunch on Saturday, we saw this roll by....
It truly is the underbelly of Satan's balls.
But on a good note, after the sandstorm passed, the temperature cooled down quite a bit for the Gwen concert. My attempt at obtaining video and pictures were pathetic. I really just need to invest in a good camera/video combo to get good footage of my future excursions. I will try and download what I did manage to get later.
All in all, a good trip. It was great to see my friend Debi and her boyfriend Drew, the trip was even made more fabulous since I was accompanied by my gaymaster Joey. Because you know a faghag can't go to concerts by herself let alone without her gaymaster. (Don't make me bring up the Coachella incident last year..please. The bitterness is still fresh in my mouth.)
This post sucks because I'm still sick and I have Robitussin head. You know how it is.
And yeah, I still sound like Kim Carnes. Even though I feel like shit, I'm kind of liking my sexy bar whore voice.
Check it out, complete with sunglasses and everything...all I needed was a heavy duty fan to get the windblown effect: