We just missed that. Not the friendly confines of Chase Field, but the dust storm that’s behind it. We missed it by a day.
And that pretty much encapsulates what Phoenix is in a nut shell; a hot mess. I’ve been in Phoenix twice and all I see is dust, heat, and shopping. Seriously, what economic downturn? Every twenty miles there is a shopping center with a Target, Home Depot, Kohls, Barnes and Noble, and a Marshalls/Ross. It’s actually fairly disgusting. And the food is California Pizza Kitchen, Cheesecake Factory, or a plethora of small chain (Applebees, Chili’s) restaurants that serve bland blah. Did I mention that it was hot?
Oh, and I can’t forget Last Chance. Those of you that are into Nordstrom probably know the outlet store called Nordstrom Rack, a cheaper version with surplus stock. Well, Last Chance is the step below the Rack, and Phoenix contains the only one in the United States. Basically you can get designer anything at prices that floor even the savviest of shoppers. $176 Cookie Johnson pants for $10. Beat that with a stick.
Here’s the thing about Last Chance. The store is basically a cross between a location for the Hunger Games, and a bazaar on the Indian-Pakistani border, with a few screaming children interspersed just to trip you up. It is crazy. I watched women crawling over each other to get through to the hand bag table, elbowing each other in the throat to find the deal that would complete them. Security guards were warning people that any fighting would result in ejection from the store for the day. The “Christmas in July” sale was going to be the next day and someone had began to pitch a tent in from of the store to be the first in for the deals. It was surreal. I could handle it for a few minutes. My wife could have spent hours. We compromised on two.
Thankfully Phoenix is a thoroughfare and not the destination. The destination is the mountains of Central Arizona.
Some place called Sedona.