I feel like crap today. I can't tell if I'm getting sick or if I've been pushing myself too hard. I'll take it easy for a few days and hopefully it works itself out. After all, Friday's a big day: I celebrate another year on this earth, as well as my passage into the "late 20s" era, with the big two-six.

I'm going with an anti-Snottsdale theme this year, heading up to the Junkyard. I'm so tired of the scene here, because it is the same facade everywhere I go. Admittedly, I am choosing to go to these places, but I never feel satisfied at the end of the night. The new trend in town appears to be hanging out at the bar of whatever boutique hotel just opened: The James, The Valley Ho, Calleo. At least I can scratch Calleo, as it is turning into a gay-friendly destination hotel (Ryan, let me know which weekend you are coming). I can't think of a single bar that has opened in the last six months that I was truly excited about.

New restaurants, on the other hand, have had me pretty excited. Of course, half of the places scheduled to open will likely be pushed back months, which means I will have moved by the time they arrive. This is my favorite time of year in Arizona, though I miss winter and snow (and even just weather), but there will be a lot of "lasts" in the next few months. I already missed my last Barrett Jackson car show here, and next week will probably be my last Phoenix Open for a while, although I might come out for JB's annual open debauchery fest. Spring Training is coming up to, and I already have my tickets for Cubs v. Giants (on the lawn, naturally).

I think I'm going to try to check out in an hour or so and go home and crash.


This post written while listening to Yankee Hotel Foxtrot (Wilco) and Get Behind Me Satan (The White Stripes). By the way, that Imogen Heap CD I was talking about is definitely worth picking up if you are into Frou Frou, Portishead, Zero 7 or anything like that.