Dear Diary: A Haunting We Might Go
Now that the weather is finally starting to get somewhat decent - decent enough for a small day trip, Jeri informed me over supper that we would be driving to our beloved Cochise County the following day. It could have been many things I suppose; the fact that I was enjoying my food (Las Cazuelitas "C"), some W. Cottam look a like was blasting a bugle into my ear, or there was some senior citizen lushing it up, spilling margaritas all over her wheelchair.

Either way, I apparently agreed. So, the following day after and extremely late start, we hit the road. Passing through needless destinations, East Tucson, Benson (who would live in either locale?), gawking at St. David, and then finally, finally hitting up the old trusty Tombstone.

I know I'm not really "supposed" to show this, but here's Doodle doing some shopping:

I found enjoyment in visiting the pipe store that started it all off for me; acquiring a new pipe, and a sack of Doc Holliday's Revenge...the first blend I smoked. I also really wanted an ice cream cone, but Jeri kept telling me that fat kids don't get ice cream except on New Year's. When I started pointing out the other fatsters strolling about with ice cream, it was decided that it would be in my best interest to finish driving to Bisbee.
I meant to take a lot of pictures in Bisbee, but my editor and I decided that I really only took 1 "somewhat ok" shot, and it was a cat climbing a wall.

We stopped for beer and wine at the (haunted) Copper Queen Hotel, enjoyed some free espresso from the street vendor, and then we bowed in front of our most cherished restaurant, and entered. The Grill's Black Bean Burger is by far the best in the state, if not New Mexico as well. However, this time, I made a risky move, and ventured from that.
I went with the Buffalo burger.
And now, I am in love with buffalo meat. Damn tasty stuff, beyond expression in my eyes. Coupled with the fact that you never have to ask for your fries to be "well done", 4 cups of coffee, and I was in heaven. So much in fact, that I left the camera at the restaurant.
After dinner, we stopped at the local coffee shop for a couple 'triple cubanos'. Mmmm delish....wait....why is our marriage therapist staring at us? (Long story.) Why is she gesturing to her friends and pointing at us? We grabbed our drinks and left. This just got awkward really fast.
It was then that I realized I'd left the camera behind in the restaurant. They had it, but before they would release it, they made me explain why every single picture I take of Jeri ends up like this:

I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.
We'll be going back to celebrate something in January, maybe then I'll take some better pictures, and also, take different pictures of Jeri.
