Leave a comment

Thanksgiving in Arizona

I’m eager to experience a Thanksgiving somewhere other than Portland. I can’t wait to hang out with my gal pal Claudia.

We met ages ago (1992) and became friends one day by sitting on a straw mat in her kitchen and smoking pot and drinking tea all afternoon (as well as talking and laughing our asses off). It was the beginning of a beautiful 15 year friendship.

She came to visit me last year for Thanksgiving and I’m returning the favor this year. She told me she’s got the hot tub all ready, and we’re going on a cave tour. I cannot friggin wait. I hope it’s like the cave tour in League of Gentlemen. That would rock.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: