Fire on the Moutain
So, the backyard of my domestic domicile faces a range of mountains, which are perhaps five to ten miles away. Currently, on the other side of those mountains rages the second worst wild fire in the history of the state of Arizona. Wednesday evening, it was so far advanced that I could see flames on the crest of the mountains. Still, this evening, I can see the orange glow in the sky as I drive home.
So, as the fires approached my family homestead, threatening to burn all of my family's physical possession, where was I? Standing in the backyard with my mother and sister, watching nervously? No. I was at Mastro's Steakhouse, in the bar, with my father, eating a $150 dinner we fashioned out of seafood appetizers and Sapphire-Tonics. The topic of conversation: what color slacks could be worn with the Zegna blazer my father just ordered. My mother called us half way through our repast amongst the trophy wives and tycoons of Scottsdale bars on weekdays to warn us of impending doom; we passed it off. Thus is my life. 'Twas a good day.
Side note: Batman Begins was amazing. See it now.
So, as the fires approached my family homestead, threatening to burn all of my family's physical possession, where was I? Standing in the backyard with my mother and sister, watching nervously? No. I was at Mastro's Steakhouse, in the bar, with my father, eating a $150 dinner we fashioned out of seafood appetizers and Sapphire-Tonics. The topic of conversation: what color slacks could be worn with the Zegna blazer my father just ordered. My mother called us half way through our repast amongst the trophy wives and tycoons of Scottsdale bars on weekdays to warn us of impending doom; we passed it off. Thus is my life. 'Twas a good day.
Side note: Batman Begins was amazing. See it now.