Megan Visits the Desert, Part I

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The definition of "sweltering" is "uncomfortably hot." Funny, I was using it as if sweating and melting could be one word squished together. How fitting, this was the word that we kept using while describing any time spent outside on our most recent excursion. For those of you who have never visited Phoenix in the summer, this is what she was willingly to withstand for me: 112 degrees of oven-like heat radiating from a sun that felt like it's only a few feet above you. Oh yes, she was the brave one this time. I was probably more dehydrated and delusional, than brave. I also can’t handle waiting more than two weeks in between visits. I had to visit, no matter the heat.

My plan was for us to spend as much time indoors as possible. Little did I know that she had other plans. "It's all about the lighting" became her mantra as we went hand-in-sweaty-hand all over downtown Phoenix, exploring. Yes, I too get sweaty. We did so much adventuring over the weekend that I had to break it into two posts.

Saturday: After sleeping a tad too late, we started our adventures in downtown Phoenix. First stop: the Heard Museum. We are both huge museum enthusiasts (wow that sounds nerdy as I type it) and she is tribal, so we enjoyed learning about Native American history while taking solace in the air-conditioning. Haha! I think it’s time for us both to come to terms with the fact that we enjoy most things people would describe as nerdy. It’s just who we are, and frankly, I’m perfectly fine with all of that!

The museum is a marvel on its own, with beautiful architecture and style unique to the southwest on the outside. Inside it has high ceilings with intricate designs and elegant staircases. My first thought upon entering the property was, “Oh my goodness, so many photo opportunities!” I say that statement with an annoying frequency, but the Heard Museum was incredible! Trying to speak softly and not being very successful, we imagined the whole space empty and then planned an elaborate party (while also viewing the exhibits, of course). This is where it gets dangerous when two overly imaginative people unite — there is no end to playing in fantasy. Imagine the outfits!

 

Our not so quiet party-planning was disrupted by the absolute-cutest old curator who decided that she must show us her favorite exhibit. She was priceless. I think Megan would like to describe her. I most certainly would! She approached us twice while we were admiring the art. There was something about her that I just loved! Maybe it was because she had the most adorable 1920’s flapper bob haircut, or maybe it was because she took us through an authorized personnel  only doorway and said, “This is usually a no-no. It says no trespassing or something or other.” As soon as she left, I turned and looked at Guy and said something like, “She is the most ADORABLE little old lady! I just want to take her with me. I wish she could be my grandma!” haha!

Near the end of our museum-going, we came across a room of games. Oh how we loved the games! Particularly picaria, which is a board game that is sort of a mix between checkers and tic-tac-toe. On second thought, I think only I had fun with the games. After losing three games in a row, she did not seem too interested in making it best of seven. Yes, let’s move on to something else.

While we were leaving the museum, she found inspiration and the unwavering compulsion to use a white wall and some cacti as the set for a quick photo shoot. It was somewhere around 104 by now. Though I was wearing all black (and pants) she seemed slightly less tolerable to the heat in her skirt and little shirt. Between the imposing sweat and getting beat at board games, I think she was getting more than a little hungry. She needed a burrito and fast. I may have been giving off the vibes that if I didn’t have burrito and like now, then I would get cranky. Guy has gotten incredibly good at reading my level of hunger!

Fortunately, I knew just the place. Less than five minutes later we were sitting in PHX Burrito House cooling down with some very strong margaritas and laughing at the chalkboard written hashtags that lined an overhead wall. #burritoful #burritogangster #burritolove - these were just some of our favorites. Burrito culture is a way of life here in the desert and PHX Burrito House is easily at the top of the list for best places in town.  It’s locally owned and they make margaritas that are the perfect remedy for hot summer days. Megan looked like she was in heaven.

Phew. That was enough running around for one day. We braved the sun once more to grab groceries for dinner and then took refuge in doors for the rest of day… we may or may not have a built a fort in my room and pretended to camp. Let’s be clear. We did make a fort and watched old movies while in it. It was awesome!

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