January 26, 2003
Took off from Tucson at seven. Nice, peaceful drive. We ate at El Dorado on Saturday night. Great change of pace. I had a tasty seafood relleno salad and a mole chicken enchilada ($25 cash).

Stopped at the Iron Skillet near Casa Grande and had coffee and a biscuit ($10 cash). Cruised on in, stopping at the Westin at Kierland Commons to see my paintings and look at a blank spot where they want me to do two more pieces. Got into a fight over the map. Kathy thought I was being condescending about her map reading abilities (I actually was. I’m a total map snob). By the time we got to the hotel (which is very posh) we were walking through the lobby in our white trash sweats and talking very loudly:

“Was I right about Riggs Road going through, or not?”

“That’s not the point. I asked you if the north-south access at Ray Road went through and you got pissed and started getting snippy. That pissed me off!”

“You are so condescending to me! Does Riggs Road go through from Arizona Avenue to Price, or not?”

“This is ridiculous. You know you can’t read a map to save your...oh, hi, can you tell us where the Marshall’s Outpost is? I have some paintings there and I’d like to see them.”

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