Though we thought we were going to Phoenix, we chose Tucson instead, and stayed at the supercool Hotel Congress, famous for its 19xx burndown that led to the capture of the Dillinger gang!!!! If you're ever in Tucson, this is the place to stay: restaurant, bar, club that was hosting a knitting night with hipsters making scarves and shit.
We fit right in!!!!!
Renaud was charming!!!
Sketchy tunnel under the train tracks, complete with the smell of fresh pepper spray!!!!
Renaud and I heard that THE BUFFET was a local dive bar that openeed at 6 in the morning and was popular with both the college and the Hobo crowd. Unfortunately, 35 year old Renaud left his passport at the hotel, and the bouncer wouldn't let him in. I suggested that we go back to the hotel and get it, but Renaud got punkrock and refused. I decided to go by myself.
I met this guy, just released from an 8-day bid in the clink. Though I never found out why he went to jail, he did offer me 5 bucks to perform something called a "Head change" on him. I have attempted to look this up on the internet.
After practically sprinting through the tunnel, I found Renaud back in the hotel.
Road trip!!!!!
Gautam Prashad, an assistant editor on the Beef tv series, taught me to place a pillow between my laptop and my lap. I'm doing it for my kids, so they don't come out with a tail. Also, wireless internet has completely changed the road trip. I remember taking trips when there weren't ATMs anywhere, when the cell phone weighed like fifteen pounds and was for emergencies only.
Breakfast at the Congress Hotel cafe. Renaud still feeling the effects of the dreaded New Orleans Circus Flu.
Breakfast becomes art in the inspirational Hotel Congress!!!
To combat his growing and reddening circus flu clown nose, Renaud generously applies "nose lotion."
The Blues (in Tucson)
Corsicans feel right at home in Tucson.
Renaud caught performing racist Indian dance in the Tucson Mountain Park, complete with chants.
Pete, doing the Tensing Norgay, at the top of the world.
