Phoenix, Arizona. Its like a

Phoenix, Arizona. Its like a whole different country down there - cacti and deserts and mountains and palm trees and hot. Not to mention the fact that its a weird, expansive city megalopolis where everyone drives everywhere and no-one recycles and 10 minutes on the freeway is considered "close by" and everyone either speaks spanish or is dressed like a hoochie sorority girl or both.

I had a really good time with my friend Kirsten, and managed to get some studying done (if studying while sunning myself by a pool under some palm trees counts as studying). I even got to spend a day at her junior high, and had the honor of attending the Mountain Sky Junior High Pep Rally (in honor of the upcoming Spirit Week). I got to lean against the gym wall with all the teachers. Go Eagles!

I also got to eat a lot of burritos, dog sit a pair of pugs, and visit Kirsten's favorite Irish bar hangout, The Dubliner, which is in a strip mall. Literally. It is an Irish pub in a strip mall. That is so Phoenix.

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