round and round and round and round

Our trip to San Francisco was doomed from the first murmurs of a winter trip. We couldn't agree on which city to visit. Which mode of transport to take. When to leave. How long to be away from home. Without really discussing the final arrangements, we clumsily left the house that Monday morning with a half loaf of bread, soy pastrami, a few pieces of clothes and the iPod filled with one too many Led Zeppelin albums.

Marc's playlists, filled with anything resembling the guitar exercises of J Mascus through Sonic Youth, clashed considerably with my playlists aptly titled "Girl Bands Who Sing About Cats and/or Black Magic." We met somewhere in the middle listening to Best Coast while a broken down pickup truck with a loose bumper rattled next to our car driving down I-40. That sentence was supposed to make sense.

This is overcast for NM. Still gotta wear sunblock.

We stopped in at the Navajo Casino for lunch and video poker. I got carded LIKE I COULD POSSIBLY BE CONSIDERED UNDER 21. Score.

Inside was an Xmas tree covered in little Navajo Grandma ornaments. TTTOOO DIEEEEEE FOOOORRRR!!! My next goal in life is to replicate said tree.

sighhhhhh...........

Road trip conversations:

Burritos vs. Tacos;
What if Kurt Cobain didn't die? (One of the answers: Hole would have better albums.);
Whether it's better to get up to pee in the middle of the night and mess up your dreams or go back to sleep hoping you don't pee in the bed;
Pretty redheads (Julianne Moore, Xtina Hendricks, Prince Harry);
If zoo animals were cliques in a high school, which ones would be which? (giraffes gotta be the cool girls, ri??);
Sweet Valley High book series vs. Babysitter's Club book series (this may have been a one-sided convo where I detailed every single character in each series to Marc while he blocked out my voice with thoughts about baseball teams or something);
What we'd name our first baby (Beatrice, Jamie or Shlomo);
Why growing up without rich parents made us better people (common liberal diatribe);
Computer games from the early to mid 90's.

For din din we stopped at a restaurant slash pub in Flagstaff. A thousand snowboarders walked in after us (with gear and whatnot still on) and ordered burgers and beers... drool.

Marc tried to convince me to go to Las Vegas before heading to San Francisco. I told him we could on the way back.

To be continued.