Tucson: Day One, Part Two

Looks like a good idea, right?  We all thought so, and hopped on the shuttle bus for a short ride from Electric Park to JOGS.  There we checked in  at the front desk and headed through the building toward the food.  We weren't the only ones with that idea; it was a few minutes past 1:00 and the line for the buffet was already down the aisle and doubled back.  The ants had come to the picnic!  Of course, time spent in line is prime for conversation and show-and-tell, especially when the line moves as slowly as this one did.  We did meet one interesting character while in line, but none of her pictures turned out; it was a service cat named Pushette Tudie, and she was holding court like royalty from her owner's wheelchair wearing a hat, dress, and glasses.

When we finally made our way to the head of the line, we were floored by the food.  We didn't know where to start--does one go for the scorched nacho cheese, the sweating cold cuts, or the soggy, sagging egg rolls?  We persevered, and were rewarded with pizza, fruit and cheese toward the end of the table.  As promised, it was accompanied by champagne and chilled wine (which we were more than ready for).  Of course, Dad is an unrepentant smart aleck and asked if he could take the bottle.  The reply:  as long as he didn't expect the cashier to help carry him out!

We finished the day by visiting the bead show at the Holidome, where I found some really fine untreated Sleeping Beauty turquoise.