An excuse for not blogging.
I was in Tucson, AZ!
I was, I was!
I went to Mary’s wedding.
You might remember her from this post.
About 12 years ago my family lived in Arizona.
We lived there for 10 years.
And in about 3rd grade I met Mary and we have been friends ever since.
Long distance friends for the most part…but friends nonetheless.
Anyhow, last Friday I flew to Tucson, got a rental car and stayed at a super nice hotel.
ALL BY MYSELF.
I had to be all adult like and do things on my own.
And let me just tell ya…it isn’t as fun as it sounds
No, no…things went just fine.
Besides the fact that the trip lasted all of 5 minutes and I didn’t get to enjoy the amazing pool or visit with other friends that I haven’t seen in ages.
But…back to the hotel.
It was Starr Pass JW Marriott Resort and Spa.
If you go to that link you will see a way better picture of it…cause I only brought my small point and shoot camera and my pictures don’t do it justice.
It was HUGE.
And had a spa, and a huge gift shop, and multiple restaurants and a Starbucks.
You can’t see it from any of the main roads.
So get off the interstate and drive back into the hills and it kind of leaps out at you.
And has a beautiful fancy pool.
With those cute tent things.
Lots of outdoor seating for lounging and eating and enjoying the warm weather.
Oh yeah…it was in the high 80’s and low 90’s the whole time.
On Saturday…I got into my car to go pick Mary up and had to put my sunglasses on and turn on the AC.
It was 6:30am.
I am such a sissy Washingtonian now.
But I loved every second of the warmth.
Except when the hot car seats were burning my booty
Thanks you sweet friend who hooked me up with this hotel.
You will go nameless as I don’t know if it’s ok to share your identity in reference to hotel hookups.
But you know who you are and you know that we have go to go back here together!
As lovely as the hotel was…that is obviously not why I was in Tucson.
This is why I was in Tucson.
Love these boys!
They are so sweet.
And that little one…he is such a character.
During the reception he got the microphone and announced that he was going to perform an “Irish dance” for everyone and needed a volunteer.
Then proceeded to pick his little girl cousin as his volunteer and did some cute little jig around the dance floor with her.
I still don’t know how I ended up leaving AZ without bringing those two home with me.
Me and the beautiful bride.
What a happy day for her.
Mary…thanks for having me and I’m sorry my hair ruined this picture.
Really…what’s up with my hair people?