You Make Your Own Fun

We were staying at converted condos in Tucson (not the awesome Tucson Inn, above) -- as it turns out, a fella, "Steve" had purchased a few condos in a complex in the foothills of the mountains and used them as long term resort-style residences for tourists. Upon arrival we were greeted with a colorful blue binder with cheerful hints and tips to survive in the desert. Among these hints were instructions for avoiding Cougars, staying hydrated, and the location of the nearby German Pancake Haus (pas the McDonald's with the dinosaur). We were also given instructions for checkout; put in a load of laundry (linens or towels), take out the trash, and to sign the guestbook.

I nominated myself to sign the guestbook, a plan that left the others concerned.

Were their concerns founded in reality? You be the judge.

Dear "Steve,"

Thank you so much for the lovely apartment and facilities. Our "Hot Girls" party went off without a hitch. Although we did cause some slight damage to the walls, we repaired them to the best of our (unlicensed. Don't tell!) ability. We ARE confident, however, that no structure-bearing elements were affected. We had a fine time in Tucson, although we were unable to avoid any cougars. Call it part of the job!

Don't worry about the

Love,

Richard Gin