So...Brendan can't go tomorrow. He has work. Oh well. Another time, perhaps. Yeah. Arizona. I want to go back! It was so warm! I've barely been back six (almost seven) and already my joints have started stiffening up. Geez, you'd think they'd at least wait til tomorrow. Right, ok so. There was a little bit of drama going on in our rooms on Friday night, and then super drama on Saturday. Everyone was tense, and no one was getting along. Thankfully, by the end of the night we went out on the town and partied! Ok, we didn't really...party, persay. But we did eat dinner in a bar. The place was called Uno, and its a pizzeria and a bar. We ate there on Thursday for lunch, and then decided to go back for dinner on Saturday. The host ended up seating us in the bar part of the restaurant (I was seriously three feet away from the bar). So I can now say I've A--been in a bar and B--eaten in a bar. Hehe.