The Superbowl is in Arizona
The great thing about blogging is it gives you license to bitch and whine. Really, it does.
As most of you know, this year, the Superbowl (which is pretty much a holiday to us americans) has come to Arizona. Joy. Really. I'm so ecstatic I could spit. Actually, I'm not so much ecstatic as I'd just like to spit. Or maybe not even spit. That probably isn't necessary. Along with the Superbowl, comes throngs of wide eyed tourists who just want to get annihilated and have fun. While I encourage fun and all that, I really am not a fan of tourists. I didn't like them when I worked in LA/Santa Monica/Hollywood and I still don't like them now that I work in Old town Scottsdale. Except for this super special occasion, it is no longer "Old Town"... Its the 944 Super Village. Which means... I don't know what it means except that they've closed off the streets and made it annoyingly difficult for me to get to work. Apparently tourists also don't believe in crosswalks. Apparently they all have a deathwish. Because stepping carelessly in front of moving cars really isn't good for your health. Just wanted to throw that out there.
The good thing is, work is insanely busy. It also means a lot of celebrities are eating there. Wyclef comes whenever he's in town anyway. But Bill Clinton was there last night and the 20 something secret service men kinda freaked me out. So, um... yeah. I think I'm done complaining. I don't even like football.
As most of you know, this year, the Superbowl (which is pretty much a holiday to us americans) has come to Arizona. Joy. Really. I'm so ecstatic I could spit. Actually, I'm not so much ecstatic as I'd just like to spit. Or maybe not even spit. That probably isn't necessary. Along with the Superbowl, comes throngs of wide eyed tourists who just want to get annihilated and have fun. While I encourage fun and all that, I really am not a fan of tourists. I didn't like them when I worked in LA/Santa Monica/Hollywood and I still don't like them now that I work in Old town Scottsdale. Except for this super special occasion, it is no longer "Old Town"... Its the 944 Super Village. Which means... I don't know what it means except that they've closed off the streets and made it annoyingly difficult for me to get to work. Apparently tourists also don't believe in crosswalks. Apparently they all have a deathwish. Because stepping carelessly in front of moving cars really isn't good for your health. Just wanted to throw that out there.
The good thing is, work is insanely busy. It also means a lot of celebrities are eating there. Wyclef comes whenever he's in town anyway. But Bill Clinton was there last night and the 20 something secret service men kinda freaked me out. So, um... yeah. I think I'm done complaining. I don't even like football.