Drew and Johanna got married

last week, dan and i went to Tucson, Az, where we met up with shaun and katie and went to drew and johanna's wedding. it was an excellent affair, in drew's folks back yard. there was a wonderful jazz band playing at the reception. and, one dirty hippy who thought the things he had to say and sing about were more important to me than not hearing them . . . which i would have preferred.

the day after the wedding, dan and shaun and katie and i went down to Tombstone. famous for . . . being Tombstone. it was . . . disapointing. i dont know what i expected, but not the dirty half-assed tourist trap of a town that i got. oh well, it was still fun.

on the way down, we stumbled upon the airplane grave yard (and here), which i wish we would have had time to tour. but it was still cool to see all the planes anyways.

other than that stuff, the highlight of the trip was discovering that, apparently, the fine citizens of Tucson, AZ are single handedly doing their part to preserve the market share of the long neglected RC cola. we first made this nearly archeological find while dining in a barbeque restauraunt of unreasonable terribleness (which still haunts me), but soon found it (the beveradge) to be nearly ubiquitous among the southern parts of AZ. Diet RC is relatively tasty . . . although i dont know if i'll ever sway from by true addiction to Diet Coke. i know that Diet Coke is true. amen.

we also found a dairy queen, in a middle-of-nowhere type of town, where i got a tasty cherry chocolate blizzard. why is it that dairy queens always manage to make it in those small towns? the DQ is definately a small piece of americana.

later in the day, after getting back from our old west adventure, dan and i hung around Tucson. we cruised through most of the city. failed to find an open motorcycle shop, perused the U of A, and finally landed in a small nameless retaurant/bar, where we got some wings, nachos, popcorn shrimp, and, of course, Diet RC. and i have to say: maybe i didnt see the better parts, but, all in all . . . Tuson is boring.