Back to Thursday; bumped into Larry and Dennis who had managed to escape the snows of Boston, and made arrangements to shop for essentials (Mountain Dew, Mountain Dew and... Mountain Dew!!!) Much pottering around and doing very little apart from pottering around the swimmiing pool.
Friday - took a walk to El Con Mall. Dead as a dodo - only a J C Penney and another department store. Picked up some shirts in the sale and shuffled back to the hotel to be enthustastically greeted by Rob robearal
and Al albadger
. And introduced myself to Mike progbear
with the words "You come highly recommended by rockbear
!" Well, I thought it was a good recomendation! Luncheon was suggested by the Badger, so we trooped off in his nifty little convertible to a rather more alive mall with a huge food court where we were greeted by a hungry urso
. More shopping followed including a slightly disturbing game store selling "Pokethulu"... eeeewww!!!
A cinema trip was proposed; so we headed off to The Loft for a matinee performance of Bubba Hotep; an everyday tale of supposedly deceased Kings of Rock and Presidents combating vengeful soul-sucking mummies in a nursing home in Texas. And afterwards, a second hand bookshop, where I left with a pile of Bloom County books...
Supper round the pool and desparate attempts to get a shag rounded off the day.
Saturday - Missed the tour I originally wanted to go on, and the other tour I ended up on, we got to the location around 10:30 to find it didn't open until 12:00. Oh well, thinks I, spend time in the pool. So I did, bumping into Mike and was introduced to Clifford from Utah. The three of us then produced to produce what could only be described as a "floor show" in the swimming pool, emerging looking somewhat like Sunsweet Prunes.
Pinata, bear contests, got chatting, damn, I was supposed to be going to Rocky Horror at 23:30 grrrrrr....!!!!
Sunday - Rang wyndwyck
to let him know I hadn't forgotten him - I think he'd been in serious la-la land the last few days, what with the heavy duty painkillers he'd been taking. Arranged to call on Monday to make arrangements to visit. Went on the Kitchy Tour of Tucson, taking in the Snake Bridge, Garden of Gethsemane amongst other spots, finishing with burritos in the middle of nowhere. Got back and met up with Al, Clifford and Mike.
Was finally admitted into the fraternity of the Cyber-Amish, or whatever. I'm not quite sure what the good citizens of Tucson made of about 150 large hairy men in candle-lit procession chanting "Pie is baked... Pie is eaten... Pie will come again" from the hotel to the Broadway Cafe. Anyway, much pie was consumed, much to the bemusement of the other customers of the cafe.
Monday - much saying of goodbye, waffles and lunching. Got a spare room key so that Rob could move his stuff out of Al's room. Got back from the Adios Amigos lunch, and rang Paul wyndwyck
. Managed to get through to his friend who swung by the hotel and picked Rob and I up, as apparently Paul was snoozing. Anyway, we got over to the house to be greeted by a very surprised satyr! Spent the afternoon chatting and catching up and dining - alas, missed saying goodbye to Al.
Got back to the hotel; too quiet! Most people had checked out or gone off for dinner.
Tuesday - Said goodbye to Rob at the airport and headed off back to the mean streets of Gosport...