We got back from our trip to Az. late this evening, and I must say it was fun. We ended up driving a different route this time, since my folk’s new place is farther north up the state. Instead of the standard I-5 to I-10 course, we ended up taking I-46 to I-99 through Bakersfield, which eventually led us onto I-40 through Barstow, Needles, dumping us into the northern part of Az. I can’t quite tell if we saved any time versus the usual route, but it was much more scenic, and COLD. We ended up leaving San Jose on Tuesday evening (midnight – technically Wed. morning) and arrived in Prescott around 11:30 (10 1/2 hrs. factoring the time change). Overall, not too bad, I suppose.
However, almost 90% there, we stopped in Kingman for fuel. Being the usual dumb ass Californian I am, I was, of course, driving in my shorts and a t-shirt (hey, the car was warm inside). I noticed that when I pulled into the station, the town was very dark and shadowed by fog, very comparable to what you would see in San Fran. I exited the car thinking nothing of it, which was immediately a HUGE fucking mistake, as the icy air hit my sparsely clothed skin, resulting in my junk rescinding far into my groin regions instantaneously. Brrrrr! WTF? It couldn’t have been more than 20 degrees outside! I went back into the car and got my leather jacket, which helped a little to stifle the freezing weather, but not too much. Plus, my legs were still exposed. I literally sprinted to the heated confines of the station. You see, as I was closely thereafter informed by the cashier, fog in Northern Az. this time of year doesn’t indicate rain, but snow (ah yes, the chilly ‘white stuff’)! I suppose the amused look on her face at my attire said it all, which read: stupid California ‘cornflake’, as my brother John so eloquently assesses us, doesn’t know how to dress for winter. Yeah, well ha ha. I wasn’t expecting snow, and don’t live in Tahoe, so eat me. As we continued the final 70 miles or so, I would see evidence of LOTS of the ‘white stuff’ that had recently fallen.
Shortly after arrival, we unpacked everything and checked out the ‘rents new house. It is gorgeous. Sitting atop a mountainside lot, the new place comes equipped with hardwood flooring, large, double-pane windows providing a gorgeous view of Prescott Valley (I swear, about 40 miles of it!), 2 fireplaces (one in living room, one in master BR), a fantastic kitchen, large outdoor deck, office, and a urinal. Yes, my father put a urinal in his bathroom. How freakin’ cool is that?? Note to self: install urinal, achieve inner peace – check. The house has a lot more, but I choose to let my gallery pics describe the rest, rather than bore you to death with details.
We hung pretty low the first few days, and got to know my parent’s friends, John and Sharon Butasche (hi! if you’re reading). They are a really cool couple who seem to enjoy similar things that my folks do, like online gambling, watching gambling on TV, gambling among themselves, not to mention gambling in a casino. Did I mention they like to gamble (ha ha guys, I keed, I keed…)?? So, dad showed John the world of playing Texas Holdem’ online, seemingly addicting the poor guy for life in the process. The only times he seemed to have left the forbidding screen was to eat, play cards, barbecue, use the bathroom, or sleep. If the urinal had been installed in the office, we may have never met ol’ John. And that would have been a tragedy, as I immediately liked them both.
On T-Day, we traveled to Phoenix to eat and stay over at my brother John’s (not to be confused with John B.) house. Dinner was great, as Barbara presented 2 gobblers: one regular, one smoked. MMMmmm. And, i’m ALL about the smoked stuff. We all ate up, and the men retired to the cleared off table for a game of, as you would probably assume, poker. Needless to say, I lost my ass the first 20 minutes of the game, and it took me hours to get back even. I was sitting at the worst chair at the table luck-wise, so when my brother asked if I would like to change seats with him, I quickly obliged. Guess what? That made all of the difference. We deemed that chair the “Butthole of Doom”, and that it was. Everyone who sat there eventually lost their ass to the powerful suction of the butthole (i’m looking at you, Jack.). It was bigger than all of us – a force not to be reckoned with. I’m glad I moved.
The ensuing days after Thanksgiving were fairly uneventful. We stayed around the house (there wasn’t that much to do in town), I took one more trip out to Phoenix to visit my friend Jason, and that was about it. We drove back starting this morning, and just arrived an hour and a half ago. The trip back sucked ass. Traffic, traffic, and more traffic delayed us by just over two hours on our return. I’m just thinking of flying next time, for Christ sake!
In conclusion, I hope your Thanksgiving was just as fulfilling and fun! Niters.