Back from a long weekend in Arizona. Aside from seeing family, which is always wonderful, AZ has the BEST Mexican food in the United States. California and Texas can back the f**k off, seriously. Or at least stop treating me like a peasant when I ask for a bean chimi. Was it worth the fact that we could have ended up detained because a member of the party is a shifty ferriner with an accent and his papers left in the safe at home? I’d have to say yes.