help me get my boots on

Finally, four: The headline of my centerpiece and of my day. Four sports in Glendale. Four days until I have a sister again.

The adventures of twentysomethings Nov. 14-15, downtown Phoenix:

I found myself first at the week-old, ex-department store Hanny's, staring into a $7, well put together Appletini, waiting on a margherita flatbread. Dana got some beets. Tyler some meat. We each took a turn bouncing on the glass panel that replaces the elevator-shaft-turned-restaurant-attraction. It was only that panel that separated us from falling into the center of the earth. Next, the roller derby. Girl-on-girl action.

Day 2 I was in this small, backwards theater watching some Shakespearian-like nonsense unfold, the town scum overthrowing the king. The king dying. The cast too small, too funny, too dramatic, too dreamy. Next, my first trip to Fate where water comes in the form of Fiji (or in a heated plastic cup sans ice). Onto the Roosevelt round 2. Same seat, different drink, no food, no frequenter.

I cleaned and prepared and made some macaroni. I washed that bathroom floor. I caught up on Californication. Dexter. I am onto you!