02 May 2008


You know you're in Arizona when you walk into a restaurant and see a sign that says "Firearms are Not Permitted on the Premises."

I had a lovely time last night, thank you very much, despite having to dodge the flailing arms of a enormously tall, completely inebriated man who was deeply involved in an interpretive dance routine that was equal parts alcohol, Dean Martin, air-guitaring and air-drumming.

Never a dull moment, but always an excellent show. I'm still smiling.

Go listen to some music: "Arizona" by Mark Lindsay from the album The 70s: A Decade to Remember - Chart Toppers.

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