Day Fourty-Three

After my usual scrumptrulescent breakfast of yogurt and granola bars Retta and I headed to the Salt River to do a five hour float. We heard rumor of the price to float and gathered the little cash we had and found out we were mistaken. In our best effort to be prepared, I think we walked back and forth from the car to the tube rental place like 5 times, had to drive 8 miles into town to find an ATM, and we're lucky we didn't lose her keys or for something else ridiculous to happen. On Saturdays, floating the Salt is the only thing to do because everyone in Phoenix was there, plus some guys from Oregon we met and some 'necks from 'Bama. The whole thing had a spring break feel to it... everything from drunks, to cliff jumpers, to drugs, to naked people, and I think that about covers it.

Day Fourty-Two

I enjoyed my hotel room until they kicked me out and I made my way towards Phoenix, AZ. I can tell I am getting closer to home because the Mexican food is getting better. My first stop was at a Men's Wearhouse where I think George Zimmer fitted me for a tux himself. This dude looked just like him. I eventually met up with my friend Retta from PLU who just moved back home to Phoenix post graduation and we did a self guided tour of the Totten Tubes Phoenix branch which I don't think I had ever seen. Her mom made dinner and later we walked around Arizona State University to find some nightlife at Border's bookstore followed by the worst margarita in the world ever at a place called "Margaritas". One would have higher expectation from a place named that.