L'aventure américaine

You are such an enabler, my friend. But I still never wish my glass to end. Your heavy layer is stirred up with ice and fizzy tonic makes it oh-so-nice. A lime is squeezed around the rim and delicious is your synonym. And as I flop on the couch and describe my day, I'm so glad that you came my way. It should be noted that I do not have a drinking problem, but it has to be said that after three straight, painful days at work, a gin and tonic last night was... nice.

My friend Jean Ellen is probably my hippest friend here in Phoenix. She always has the scoop on the most interesting events and activities around. And she did a bang-up job this weekend by taking me and another friend of ours to the Brides of March Pub Crawl: an event that you can only attend dressed in wedding dress, whether or not you are male or female. She shopped for us in a thrift shop in which there were only three wedding dress and bought all three. We were fated to go to this event as each dress found its perfect match in one of us. And so we started in Tempe and took the Light Rail to Phoenix with around 50+ beautiful brides marched around with drinks in hand. There was chest hair and make-up and earrings that were hot-glued on. There were long skirts and veils and white satin galore. It was fantastic. If you happen to live in a city that does this annually, I guarantee that this is an event not to be missed!