I’m in Arizona, with Big Chris and his jaunty relatives. The landscape here is beautiful, like the moon with shrubbery, and Republicans. Our hosts have books—hardback books—by Sarah Palin, Mike Huckabee and Bill O’Reilly. Unironically.
Tonight we went to a local sports bar and ate fried things: onion rings, cheese. Fried cheese! And the best turkey burger I’ve had in ages, charred, with so much flavor and juice. Mmmmm… There was a guy sitting at the table across from us who looked exactly like Mr. Johnny Cammareri in Moonstruck.
I just want you to know no matter what you do, you’re gonna die, just like everybody else.
Tomorrow we get up early to drive to the Grand Canyon, so I’m not providing much in the way of exposition, you’ll have to tune in later, my dears.