
Went to the Bikeen for the first time in a while. They had the swamp running - must be the first time I've been in a swamp-cooled place in a long time. The slightly moist coolness and the smell took me right back to my grandmother's house as a child. She held out against a regular a/c until '89 or '90...Unbelievable in Phoenix, but yanno, "the greatest generation" and all that, Tom Brokaw wasn't kidding. She was no puss. Anyway it was a very welcome sensation and rather nostalgic.

I think I had a dream about this shop. Magical marshmallow creampuff confection of sickeningly sweet supplies.

First Friday is now a cordoned-off street fair for minors.


The "chapel shot" is comprised of cheap, off-brand whiskey and a dirty bullet. Can't be havin' with that.

Neither can Cindy.

Arm-wrassling. Cindy beat my ass twice, instantly, and then asked, "...Really?" I've become soft, but it ends here.
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Now there's a visual...
where is this that they serve whiskey and bullets? I love kooky krafts, I want to buy something from there so badly but its whimsical overload, its hard to pick one thing.
Ha! Love that 2nd to last pic! Priceless expression.
mle - it wasn't a bar, just a garage where some biker kids hang out. i definitely need to check kooky krafts out, i haven't been inside yet!
ah, that makes sense. I thought that was a new drink at the bikini, haha.
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