Pitstop in AZ

As my Bunkie so astutely pointed out, “When most people think of flying from Seattle to Denver, Arizona isn’t on the way.” Well when I’ve got my middle school bff Colleen in Flagstaff and my grandparents in Phoenix, it’s pretty obvious that finagling a strange stopover in AZ is in order.

This is the photo of the night when Colleen and I hit every bar in Flagstaff. Ok, maybe not every bar. But, the important ones like this place which featured shelves and shelves of books covered by flat screen TVs. Stay classy Flagstaff.