Phoenix

So, I'm going to Phoenix for work the first two days of next week. This will be my first time setting foot in Arizona (unless you count the 40 minute layover I had while changing plans 2 years ago). Curious to see just how hot it is expected to be next Monday and Tuesday, I went to trusty Weather.com for a forecast:


(Click picture above to get a better look)

One hundred and frickin EIGHT.
Thankfully it cools off a bit the next day, right? How does anyone live in this climate of sucessive 100+ days?

If I never post again, you'll know why.

Sometimes in life, I feel like little Charlie down there. Everybody's bitching for seconds while all I want is my fair cut. "Please sir, can't I get a fucking gobstopper?"

California Tortilla

Back when I lived in the Washington DC Metro area, there was an burrito seller of increasingly popular repute called California Tortilla Kitchen. Or more affectionately known as "Cally-T's". My co-workers introduced me to Cally-T's when I started working in Bethesda.

We trudged no less than 10 blocks to eat at Cally-T's, often bringing back burritos and the incredibly moist and chocolately brownies for our less fortunate co-workers that were confined to their desks.

But since I moved to the West Coast almost 2 years ago, I've not yet found a replacement to fill the Cally-T's void in my life. Ironic since I now live IN California.

Fortunately, there's now a blog where Cally-T fanatics in the Diaspora can conversationally congregate and whatnot about our favorite DC eatery (which has opened like 5 new locations since I left! Go Cally-T's!)

Without further ado, I give you California Love, the California Tortilla Official Blog Spot:
http://californiatortilla.blogspot.com/

Everyone getting ready to descend upon the theaters this weekend for the new Wonka movie? Before you do, here's a word from Miss Salt:

What a pisser

Guys, does this ever happen to you?

You walk into a public restroom to piss, say at work perhaps, and while you're standing at the toilet you start thinking about random stuff. Sometimes whatever you're working on, maybe what you want to do over the weekend. And sometimes it's a movie. Sometimes it's a funny line or scene in a movie. And you start laughing quietly out loud.
But loud enough that whoever is behind the closed door in the stall next to you can easily hear you snickering.

I'm usually good about keeping my laughs silent when this does occur, but today, as I recalled a certain scene from European Vacation ("Dad, I think he's going to pork her! .....He may pork her, Russ."), I chortled aloud, only afterward realizing that I think someone else was in the stall nearby.

I tried to cover with a strange sounding cough immediately following my laugh, but it was a pretty weak effort.

At least no one walked up to the toilet next to me while I was in mid-laugh. That might have been a little more awkward.