An Eatery and a Bar in Phoenix
The Killer Whale Sex Club
It’s a bar in Phoenix. If you’re looking for killer whales, you won’t find them here. Surprise, surprise. And as far as I know, killer whales have sex in the water, not on dry land. I did not get to go here for a drink because I am always accompanied by a minor. Maybe next time. On second thought, I’ll stick to the desert. I’d rather hunt for scorpions than hang out with killer whale people. Does that even make sense?
Breakfast Bitch, Phoenix Arizona
“Hey Bitches,” said the hostess when she greeted us. Hey yourself, Miss. That doesn’t sound right. It’s just that I can’t call a woman I just met a bitch. Wait a minute, I can’t even call a woman I know well a bitch, unless I really mean it. I guess I’m hopelessly uncool. This restaurant/bar was in the lobby of our hotel, the Cambria.
They use that boom box when they serenade you with “Happy Birthday”. As I said to Maureen, “It’s not like Applebee’s, is it?”
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