I've been in Phoenix with The Sarah Rupke. We've been falling back into the old swing of things, rockin' just like back at Western. Sarah, queen of society that she is, has a regular sitcom just outside her door. She lives in a wonderful house with a bunch of neighbors, just steps away. In the afternoons, they sometimes gather, drinks in hand, and retell the days events. It's great. We hung out with neighbor Greg and neighbor Jason at the Kozy Cactus, watched some basketball, headed over to the other neighborhood bar, the Paradise, then slept in nice and long the next day. I think there was a confrontation with the door, but I don't really remember. It ended well. I woke up in bed and not outside.
We went to the zoo! There was a tortus that had hydrolics!
At the zoo!
Sarah then did all sorts of sleuthy work to get us tickets to a Spring training game between the White Sox and the Dodgers. We had awesome seats (see below), and thankfully didn't have to sit in the sun. The walk from the car to the stadium gave us tan lines, I would have been a lobster if it were any different. We were surrounded by Dodger fans, and thus were obnoxious as possible whenever the Sox did well. They won 6-1. Woo hoo!
Kodak and Baxter found Sarah's porch especially delightful. I couldn't get them off of it! Naps outside, walking about, chasing bugs and dust, more naps outside. They will miss the porch.
And the ending adventure today was the tip to IKEA. The object sticking out of the Honda below is an awesome black and white with spot color scene of downtown New York. No one loves New York more than Sarah, and we would not be defeated by the size of that print. I mean c'mon. There was rope, we would not be stopped!
There were power tools and a little bit of "to the left!" and then it was done. There was an ice cream run to Cold Stone, lots of Gilmore Girls, grilled cheese for dinner, and lots of wonderful Ariel Sarah time.
I'm off tomorrow morning on my way to Portland, Oregon to see Ciara and Adam.
This is all going so fast.