We went to Rawhide, the last of the fake touristy "Old West" towns left in the Old West (not counting Tombstone, the real one), where we had a good time strolling up and down the street, checking out the old timey candy shop (yum!) and the general store, watching the gunfights, and then having a magnificent meat feast at the steak house, where a standard cut is a 16-oz T-bone (which I had) or the 20-oz Porterhouse (which tiny little framefolly had). Thus in the meat-induced coma, we stumbled back to the street to watch the nice little fireworks show, and then home.
I think this Rawhide is actually closer than the old one was, when it was way up in north Scottsdale (on valuable land which is now either under the Loop 202 or a subdivision or a shopping mall). The last time we went up there it seemed like it took years to get there, whereas now it's just south of the Valley on the Gila Indian Reservation, just past Ray Road.
Monday I camped out on the sofa and cleaned Craig Ferguson episodes off Tivo, very pleased he's now the regular host of the big Boston Pops celebration on the 4th, because their fireworks show combines every single one from the Phoenix area into every second of their show, PLUS classic Sousa and George M Cohan marches by the Pops AND Craig Ferguson! Can't get much better.
I have determined there are a few things I'd love to get to do someday, and one of them is celebrate the 4th right there, in the seat of Liberty -- Boston really knows how to celebrate the 4th of July! Also ring in the New Year in Times Square, and, also in New York, actually see the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade live. (I realize these are things which are filled with headache-making crowds--the point is BEING there, just once!)
Bo has rained terrible doggy vengeance down upon his toys, after spending a productive day discovering the contents of all the waste baskets in the house. Now there is filling fluff from the sadly deflated canvas football all over the living room.
I guess no one wants to hear that it's actually "cool" here in Phoenix. It's been a pleasant 103 - 105 since last Friday (when we topped 113 again).
Oh, yes. And there were KITTENS at the Petsmart when we took Bo to look for said new toys. I was dead from the cute.
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