John and I are home from the NRA Convention. We both absolutely love Phoenix. The weather is great, it's a conservative state, people are friendly, restaurants are good, shopping is phenomenal, and did I mention the weather? Although I have plenty convention thingys and super fun gunny stuff to blog about over the next few days. I have to share the funniest story of the weekend.
Setting: The party pool at the Mondrian in Scottsdale. (We chose the Mondrian because it is a cool place... I am totally lying... we got a killer deal at Expedia). The pool became party central as Saturday afternoon went on. I didn't really notice (or care) because I was soaking up the sun and enjoying my book. John finally joins me at 4:00 PM.
Tracy: Hi. Glad you made it.
John: (nodding and grinning from ear to ear)
Tracy: Crazy, huh? Great people watching.
John: Palm. Springs. Spring. Break. Nineteen. Eighty. Seven.
Tracy: Baby, all of these people were born in 1987.