Scenic Desert Nights

The "Wiz" and I were remeniscing just the other day, going on about some of the travels he's dragged us off on, and I realized that these post probably make us sound like a group of party boys. Well, are for the most part, but I recall a trip we took about a year ago in memory of a friend of ours that passed away at that time. Miguel was a friend of ours for several years and a huge Tiger Woods fan, anytime Wiz would plan a retreat Miggity Mack was always trying to get him to book a golf resort. Well we always thought golf was for wusses so it just never came about. Mig Fighter took a private trip himself down to Hilton Head, S.C. and long story short he never made it past the 14th hole. The reason deserves a post of it's own, but the rest of wanted to honor his memory, so Wiz suprised us with a desert getaway to the Arizona Golf Resort. This place was pretty nice, I'd not spent too much time in that area but the desertscapes were simply breathtaking. The resort had some swank amenities, including it's own golfcourse, where we were going to play a game and spill a 40 on the 14th for Mr Mig-oo. First things first we all arrived for our 9:00 tee time, Bry-berry was decked to the nines in his golf outfit, while Charles in Charge covered the other end of the fashion spectrum with sweatpants and wife beater, Wiz and myself opted for shorts and a t-shirt, the weather was awesome, a little hot, but a "dry heat" as the locals say. After about 8 holes we realized that golf is for wussies cracked out the brewskies and chilled in memory on Miguel, (who I think may have been gay, based on his obsession with Tigers Wood). We split the game early and checked out some of the more adventurous local attractions, we deciced to focus on guy time and blow off chicks all weekend, so the first place we hit up was the utlra macho Desert Voyagers. These guys ride you out in jeeps and to a tour of the terrain complete with river rafting at the end. It was truly a rush. Next was the more soothing Riparian Preserve, where we spent the next day, into the evening doing some hiking, although in the parking lot Chuckee Cheese and I met these two cute Native American Indian chicks, who started telling us all about the preserve and local wildlife, they were college students from North AU who came to do some research for thier enviromental studies class. Well we loves the enviromet so needless to say Chuk and I left the the others and went off to "dance with wolves", if you know what I mean. Not sure what Bry and Wiz did that night, they tried to get us to spill the beans but a gentelman never kisses and tells. Anyway just wanted to relate a memory that lets folks know we're not just a bunch of cool jerks, but that we also have a softer side sometimes...Peez ouD YO!