My Valentine · Only in Phoenix

Valentine’s Day

Normally the hubs and I don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day in the “traditional” manner. Generally I will buy a special “family” dinner and grill it up at home, along with some candy and knick-knacks for the kids. I think we did go out pre-kids, but it was so long ago, I can’t even remember!  He has been my Valentine since 1992, so there have been a few holidays between now and then.

Well, this year our son has his own Valentine, so he was nowhere to be seen all weekend, and our daughter had a fun weekend trip planned with a friend and her family. So we decided to “paint the town” a bit (and it allowed me to procrastinate on finishing my homework) with another couple, maybe get in a wee bit of trouble.

Started out at Dierk’s Bentley’s Whiskey Row, where I proceeded to drink my weight in a delicious whiskey concoction called a “New Fashioned”.  Muddled berries + blackberry whiskey = drunken deliciousness. Had some fried pickles and pretzels (HOLY WOW) then decided we needed to bar hop.

New Fashioned, Front and Center

For dinner, we wandered over to the Bottled Blonde Beer & Pizzeria.  Pizza was good, but not AMAZING (contrary to what the menu says).  Music was fun and upbeat, but for some reason those idiot hipsters think it is OK to “Vape” inside- even though it is illegal to smoke within 50 feet of any entrance (unless is an outdoor smoking patio). Why is it that people think because it is electronic that it is less rude to blow billowing clouds of sickeningly sweet toxic fumes into another person’s breathing space? At least regular smokers attempt to blow smoke away from other people. Douchebaggery has hit epic levels with those idiotic little e-cigarettes. (Can you tell they pissed me off? They also like to say there is nothing in the vape. Definitely nothing to cause allergic reactions- My sinuses vehemently disagree. Also, if there is nothing in it- why bother? Just saying.)

I mean just look at the PLUME of shit he is blowing all around the bar!

As that place rapidly filled up with the cotton candy scented-smoking-entitled-tools, we left and went to Old Towne Scottsdale, and hit the Rusty Spur Saloon.  It is the oldest saloon in Scottsdale. Rumored to have seen the likes of John Wayne and Clint Eastwood.  It’s a rather odd joint, very small- and NO seating.  Just room to wiggle around the dance floor to the live band.  Definitely an older crowd there, but they were rowdy and ready to dance! Best part? No hipsters! Yahoo!

On the way back to the parking garage, we decided to do a little impromptu photo op (after much nagging on my part, since Jimmy hates pictures). Yes, I am wearing flip-flops on Valentine’s Day.  Because 1. PHOENIX and 2. Not a fashionista.

There may or may not have been some rearranging of fauna in the area. Shhhhhh. Don’t judge!


On a side note- I love this video.  I know it’s supposed to be “tongue-in-cheek”, but it really captures some of the funny ways romance evolves the longer a couple stays together.


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