Tonight after Mass, Candyce and I went downtown to eat at a spinning restaurant downtown. Most cities have a spinning restaurant perched at the top of the a skyscraper. It’s for a good reason: they are always cool.

The first spinning restaurant I went to was in Atlanta while I was in college. The first time is always the best. Since I was a little boy, I’ve been fascinated with city lights. It could be pages in a magazine, or a car commercial–I’d stop and stare. Atlanta’s spinning restaurant is quite high, maybe sixty stories. As an upperclassman RA at Georgia Tech, I loved taking my freshman residents up there so they could see the wild world beyond their dorm room. Last night was another chapter in my wild world since I’ve left college.

Every pane of glass was a page in the story of my life in Phoenix. It took an hour from start to finish, but the stories crossed two years of memories. I’ve got hundreds of journals to tell those stories. We watched dozens of planes take off and disappear. I’m usually in the plane…I’ve been to so many places on every corner of this country. It’s been a wild ride.

After dessert, we met Matt Maher and Aaron in front of the Civic plaza. We sat down in a cluster of tables in front of the Symphony Hall and enjoyed the Phoenix night. A string quartet played at the end of the court, adding a touch of culture to the night.

All I could think about was a 1992 Chevy Caprice I saw on eBay yesterday. I hope I remember to put a photo of it in this journal, but basically it is the ultimate pimped-out hotrod. It’s black with vicious orange fire. The roof has a rag top that slides back. It’s on bags and eighteen inch rims. It’s got a $7000 sound system. The interior is custom tweed, with leopard-skin flames in the door panels and carpet. It’s got a chrome skull shifter. That all cost $35,000. Bidding is at $7000. The best thing is it’s down in Tucson, only a couple hours away. If it stays below $10,000, I’ll drive down and take a look at it Saturday night, then bid on it Sunday morning.

I just can’t wait to drive it through the city streets. So pimp.

[Note 09-17-03: The bidding on the car went too high. Someone in New Mexico gets to be the pimp.]