Wednesday, May 04, 2005

i know you've missed me 

by iggy

I'M BACK! it felt great today to finally kick off my shoes and drop down in front of my own tv on my own couch. my peace didnt last long, of course, with my mom nagging me about how her computer had been broken since sunday and could i fix it? apparently dad's been saying "yes" to all those things on the porn sites that ask you if you trust them.

right now i am sitting in my living room eating an invention of mine, the egg mc huevos. take all the shit from huevos rancheros and put it between two halves of an english muffin, and you've got the egg mc huevos. im a food genious.

so, about the trip. i got lots of photos and lots to tell. so here it is.

we got out of town later than we wanted on thursday. elliot insisted on taking the bus out to leo's place, even though we could go pick him up faster than those buses could bring him out here ("dont wast gas, dude, oil is blood" - "uh... right..."). he had to make two transitions on the bus line so he took forever.

but cleo was the one that really slowed us down. she had been up till six the night before on AIM with one of her "internet sugar daddys" ("laugh all you want, but i didnt pay shit for this ipod."). and wasnt even awake till noon.

so we rolled outta there like 1:30. trouble came quick though.

cleo: mmm... time for my french breakfast. lets hit starbucks on the way out.
leo: mom and dad will kill me if the car reeks of cigarettes when we return this thing
cleo: just say iggy was smoking.
leo: come on, you know iggy dont smoke.
cleo: ok, say elliot, whatever. lets just get me a venti americano.
elliot: how about we go somewhere else?
cleo: why, you dont like starbucks?
elliot: well, im not getting coffee, but starbucks operates in the occupied territories.
cleo: ??
elliot: palestine.
leo: what?? fuck palestine!!
me: *sigh*
cleo: riiiight. ok just this once i'll do starbucks, elliot.

all this happens three minutes into this thing. clearly it was going to be a long drive to santa fe.

the coolest thing about arizona were the dinosaurs. i dont know what genious decided to build dinosaur statues in the desert, but after hours of listening to why hemp is the wonder plant and how al quaeda is a communist plot, seeing a t-rex fight a velociraptor in the middle of nowhere practically gave me a hardon.

leo is driving as we approach the desert art.

t. rex has vanquished one foe. there is another one to the right, but i fucked up the shot

the only other relief i had from the constant bickering in the car ("oh dont get me started on GATT!", "george bush is pro-family", "god, i hate foreskin") was when we stopped to get lunch at this shitty diner in arizona.

this was the shitty place we stopped for lunch. cleo says all the salads had meat in them.

it seemed like everyone knew each other but us cause when we came in everyone got quiet and looked at us. cleo and elliot both have a tendency to piss people off so there was some tension in there ("DOES THE WATER HAVE MEAT IN IT??", "is this coffee free trade or fair trade?"). i just hope my lunch had no semen in it.

yes, the urinals have ashtrays in arizona

oh fuck, it was good to get out of arizona.

to be continued.