Well, my loves, I’m here and it is fabulous!  I (already) have some great pictures for you, but my laptop is not cooperating right now so it will probably be a day or two before I get to share them with you. 

I am certain you will be waiting on pins and needles.

Moving on: Kimberly was at work when my flight landed yesterday, so her sweet parents picked me up from the airport.  They took me straight to their favorite restaurant, Brunchies, where we had some great tacos.  Let it be declared: Arizona has got it together when it comes to their Mexican food. 

Then we headed to their house so I could take a nap until Kimberly got home from work.  She popped in to wake me up right when she got home and immediately gave me a gift basket.

Because this is her birthday celebration and it is customary to give your friend gifts on your birthday.

But I’m not complaining ’cause that basket had Spring Oreos and I do not know if you’re aware of this but they are only one of the most delicious items on the planet.  Seriously.  They’re way better than original Oreos.

My basket had some other stuff in it, but the really exciting thing was in the very bottom of it.  I pulled out a Phoenix Suns t-shirt and Kimberly yelled “We’re going to their game tonight!”

Interlings.  I cannot even begin to tell you how excited I was when she told me.  Kimberly is only the biggest Suns fan in the entire world and so I, by default of living with her for 1.5 years, got into it, too.  I’ve never been to an NBA game but I’ve always wanted to go so let’s just say this was a fabulous moment in my life.

After spending a select amount of time on our hair (I wanted to support my team by having good hair, hallelujah) we went to dinner and then straight to the game.  I. Went. Crazy.  I mean, seriously.  I was yelling and screaming and jumping out of my seat.  And when the refs made a bad call, I let them know what I thought about it. 

In a nice, good girl kind of way.

I also kept singing that Song Who’s Name Will Not Be Mentioned Because it is Deplorable and Yet it Mentions My New Found Love, Steve Nash (point guard for the Suns).  Basically, every seven seconds I would sing “Is your game MVP like Steve Nash?” and then “Girl, I want you on my team… so does everybody else!”

Because I am sure that the Suns will be calling any moment to ask me to become a male basketball player and join their team.

It will be so very sad when I decline because, really, who would scoop out the processed nacho cheese if I left Starlite?

Alas, it was an incredibly close game and we ended up losing, but that didn’t matter.  Much. 

And so, the moral of this story is that I am now officially an NBA girl.  I can’t believe I’m actually going back to an area where we have no NBA team and no hope of getting one. 

I may never leave.  We just don’t have good Mexican food and Steve Nash in Tennessee.  We just don’t have it.