Trip to Casa Grande

Another one of those day trips to Casa Grande. The whole drive there i'm too tired to think of anything so i just listen to the "new hiphop (96.3 todays best hiphop and R&B)" on the phx stations. its that or the mexican music...which isnt too bad. Changing the station of course to country music as soon as i hit Casa Grande limits, becuase not doing that is like driving up the coast of California and never stopping to let your toes sink in the sand. But speaking of hiphop music I thought i had seen it all. I thought Lil Wayne had paired up and made a duet with everyone possible. but SOME HOW i forgot Fergie-ferg....how this one slipped my mind still puzzles me... and funny how the knew sound effect of choice in hip-hop music is the air horn often heard at basketball games.... ?
There is something about this doctors office that always gets me. The way his orange-vanilla flavored gloves (which freaked me out at first till i remembered he's an orthadontist) really smell like the best sunscreen you can imagine. He whistles to every country western song that comes on without missing a beat. Asks every patient about their life, remembering details. "He there mike, so this saturday is your last soccer game eh?" Randomly taking the phone from one of his latino patients to talk to their parent speaking in complete fluent spanish. Each chair with its own movie, so i can watch The Little Mermaid over and over again in one day..... And then there is the "blue" room which his wife apparently decopaused (cant spell) with pictures from his family's scuba diving trip. Normally you would think "wow way to rub your money in our face" but 80% of the pictures are of the intreaging sea animals which makes the xrays and pictures much more relaxing. Somehow though I always leave this place in the worst mood. Like he has done everything right, over the top even, i'm not even paying that much yet I never get news I like to hear. I'm sure there will be only one time i leave this place estatic, and that will be close to the last time i visit.
The drive back is usually the time to reflect on my life, think about how it would be if the world, for once, was in perfect harmony with all its living things. or choreograph of course. Not this time though, as i sat in "rush hour" i decided to dance in my car and count cop cars. There were 14 by the way, from casa grande to Flagstaff all of which had someone pulled over. Except one, who was riding BY HIMSELF in the carpool lane at 4 in the afternoon. Sorry...but you are not exempt to the rules unless there is an emergency and you are flashing your pretty red and blue lights. After i got out of rush hour, which turned out to really be one car pulled to the side becuase of a flat tire, i zoned back into choreography mode. t'was an eventfull trip which led me to come home, change and rush straight to dance, then back home for too much homework causing me to skip out on my first class.....and second. :O oh well, i'm coninvinced i wouldnt have learned much anyhoo....now that i'm done i'm not really sure where i was going with this blog.... but no backing down now. Post! vedo if you'd like.