Frank Lloyd Wright's winter pad. He sounded like a really grumpy old man, by the way.Today was spend ballgame-free. We slept in, hiked to Safeway in 92-degree heat and managed not to get hit by any asshole Arizona drivers, watched "Casino Royale," sipped margaritas, had Chipotle burritos, sipped beer, went on a tour of Frank Lloyd Wright's Taliesin West home, sipped daquiris, had Ron's special mole chicken burritos, sipper beer, played pool, drank more beer, and listened to '70s rock on the giant TV.
Nice little triangular cooling pool on the edge of the house.
Indian petroglyph on a rock that inspired Wright's Taliesin West logo.
A cool Chinese water dragon given to Frank Lloyd Wright as a gift from a guy in San Francisco. His wife decided to desecrate it and make it spew flames. Still, it's pretty cool. I decided to get a tattoo of it on my ass. Did I mention the margaritas earlier?
Cool little pond in the interior of the house. Turns out, this Wright guy was a pretty decent architect.
That's it. Nothing particularly snarky or scandalous today. Oh, there was some hot Christian teenage girl who rang our doorbell asking for a donation to help smite the sinful people in San Francisco or something like that. Steve made me give her $5, just because she was blond and cute. Oh, she was also about 14.
We have a doubleheader scheduled for tomorrow. More snark and potential scandal then.
We have a doubleheader scheduled for tomorrow. More snark and potential scandal then.
3 comments:
I just have to tell you all, that I'm loving the daily blogs. They bring cheer into an otherwise dismal work day.
However, I have a few suggestions ...
1. I want to see a daily sunburn picture. It can be you (ahem, Murph ...) or some random person from a game.
2. A daily drink. Today wasn't fair, you had beer, margaritas, daqueries and god only knows whatever that little girl gave you ...
3. More scandal. Everyone loves scandal... This is wide open. It can be WAY young girls getting hit on by drunk old men (oh the memories, Dawn!) or anything else you little schemers come up with.
And on a side note: We miss you guys ... a lot.
Dismal work day? What is my wife talking about?
Damnit! I accidentally posted before I was finished leaving a comment.
Work is wonderful.
Every day at the CCT is better than the one before. Life as one of Dean Singelton's box drawing monkeys is very fulfilling.
OK, that's a load of B.S.
I'd rather be in Arizona drinking too much while throwing money at bible-thumping, 14-year-old tarts.
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