Friday, September 08, 2006

Jojo left his home in Tucson, Arizona...

We spent last weekend in Tucson visiting friends. If you haven’t been, I highly recommend it. It’s like Phoenix-lite, only better.

Our friends Richard and Steve bought a house there two years ago and tried to convince us to follow. With two careers solidified in DC non-profits, it would have been a tough move for us. But having stayed there for 5 days, I’d say they made a great decision.

Richard and I have known each other for almost 12 years, having survived the dreadful world of Community Theater. Vowing never to step foot there again, we stayed friends through failed romances (his) and anonymous conquest (again his). He is the most brilliant writer I know (after you all, of course) and is the 2nd best Boggle player I know. In 2005, after making me clean out their attic for their move, they rewarded me with 12 rose bushes and various other plants from their garden. (It was late fall and the new owners would be none the wiser that we stole them from the garden.)

We had a great weekend of rest and relaxation on the homestead and were wowed with the assortment of wildlife. Snakes, Javelinas, quail, and rabbits all graced their front yard. A scorpion was found dead under the bath mat in their bedroom, which then encouraged me to wear shoes the remainder of the trip.

We spent much of the five days just exploring and seeing what Tucson has to offer. That included Majestic Bowling Lanes, The Desert Museum and even caught the traveling show of the Lion King . We went to delicious restaurants and met their friends… who Richard thinks are totally hot. (Truthfully, they’re not bad!)

The only downside to the trip was that our luggage was lost…on a direct flight no less. We stopped in Phoenix (without changing planes) and our bag decided to venture onto Denver instead.

So if you happened to be in Tucson last weekend and saw two gay men in matching shirts and shorts, putting on deodorant on the bench in front of Target…umm that wasn’t us.



Blogger Papa Bradstein said...

I lived in Palm Springs for awhile and I still love the desert (and not just because that's where I met Mama). However, a scorpion under the bathmat? Yeah, that's the part that I don't miss so much. Glad to hear that you had such a fun time out there. No twin-dressed pictures to share?

9:04 AM  
Blogger Steve said...

Umm, no. I don't want to creep out all the readers. LOL

1:16 PM  

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