I am always up for an adventure. KJ called me up on monday to ask if we can set up this little drive out to Phoenix to take a table from KJ’s ex boyfriend Paul’s house to her brother’s house.

Obviously (or not so obviously, depending how well you know me), I needed to get some completion handled with Paul. I sent him an email, really giving up all my anger and blame. I would’ve called him, only he’s off to China for a while. I haven’t heard back, but I feel pretty good about it. It was right after picking up that table from Paul’s that I got into my little accident. No connection.

Kj and I sped out of LA, well caffeinated, at about 11pm. We drove down the 10 into a hot storm to the south. Great conversation, lightning flashes on our right, and an empty road save for trucks, it was a great drive. We arrived just before the sun.

We spent the day in suburban mall in Gilbert. We went to the mall. We ate at an Einstein’s. We watched a movie in a multiplex. It reminded me of growing up in Rowland Heights. Growing up in suburbia, there is little in the way of things to do. There’s entertainment. Growing up I would watch movies for a whole weekend. I would play video games all weekend. It’s definitely where I got my massive media consumption habits. Oh, and there’s shopping and eating.

As I drive on the long empty roads to distant supermarkets cut by burb-claves. I think of all the water piped in here to feed the three bathroom homes everywhere and green grass at every lawn. I keep thinking how this is isn’t sustainable. I heard the Las Vegas and Phoenix will be the first cities to run out of water in the next thirty years.

They modeled Phoenix on Los Angeles.

In Phoenix tonight there is thunder and lightning rolling in. There seems to be little rain.