by the time I get to Phoenix

[cyrano]

It's seven in the morning, and it's ninety degrees out. I'm glad I'm in.

Also, I did not expect much from airport food, but El Toro delivers on their promise of real home made Mexican food.

Comments

[marialuminous.livejournal.com]

That first sentence of yours sums up exactly why I don't live in Phoenix anymore. As a child, I longed for wool coats and big boots, two things that were so rare in my life as to seem nearly magical. Now I have multiple boots and multiple wool coats, and I am pleased.

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

I find thoughts of Tucson attractive sometimes, but nothing makes Phoenix attractive to me.