This week I'm in Tucson Arizona. Mine has been the good fortune to have a wealthy friend who enjoys my company enough to fly me down to Tucson for 4 days every couple of years or so.
Why does he invite me down here to Tucson every couple of years?
I think I have it figured out.
Dave and I weigh roughly the same amount. I look heavier though and one thing a good friend likes is a good friend that weighs more (or looks like) than you do. That's where I come in and I'm OK with it. -Shrug.
So Dave gets to look thinner for four days and I get to enjoy the heck out of Tucson. Sounds like a fair trade doesn't it??
Me eating bacon on the USS Fat Guy.
Tucson at night (borrowed from google images)
Downtown Tucson with Mount Lemmon in the background.
The portly brothers in a heinous digital image.