The title of this entry is a line from the movie 'Dirty Dancing'. It's a pretty funny line.
"I dropped the cake"
It was 122 degrees in Arizona. YES. ONE HUNDRED TWENTY TWO. Degrees.
That is not a happy thing no matter how much you tell me you love the dry heat. Yes it's a dry heat. So is the inside of my oven I DON'T WANT TO BE INSIDE AN OVEN.
Plus - look. YOU may think the desert is beautiful. To YOU it has nuance! Majestic beauty! Subtle colors that change as the light changes! To YOU the desert looks like this:
For 5 fucking hours driving from So Cal to the middle of The Devil's Frying Pan (now with more heat!). Anywhoozle - it was a party. I didn't drink.
There were lots of people there and shots! were! had! loudly, and music was thumpa thumpa thumpa and it was fun, but you know - I'm a hermit and so I got a little overwhelmed and so did my dogs, I took them up to the bedroom we were in and we all three went to bed at about 8:00 PM Saturday night.
Again, invite me to YOUR party, I will poop out early, after I drop the cake!