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.