Tucson is Underrated

Yesterday started off the way every day should, with breakfast and massages. We left Palm Springs and kept on truckin' all the way to Tucson. Which, by the way, is an AWESOME town. We checked in to the Hotel Congress, an historic hotel where everything is kept as it was in the 1930's. Twin iron bedsteads, old radios, and an actual switchboard at the front desk. They have an amazing restaurant here, the Cup Café--we had an appetizer called the "Thompson Automatic," which consisted of eggrolls filled with chicken and gorgonzola, deepfried, with an Asian slaw. I never would have thought to put that together, but it was amazing. So after dinner, we went to Club Congress, a live music venue and bar that's in the hotel. There were four bands last night, ending up with Chango Malo (who are apparently famous in music geek circles). We met some great people--Barb, the roller-derby bartender; Brian from Chango Malo; Kenny, the argyle-wearing sad drunk; and Tony, the adorable little 22-year-old MAC makeup artist with the whole rockabilly nine yards. Can't tell you how much fun we had. Now I am out of my nun's bed and on to Marfa, TX.