What we ate: P7A77 - Buffalo Chicken Sandwich, Fries, Coke; Amie - San Fran Burger Melt, Fries, Coke
We started out our evening at the festivities on 4th Avenue (seeing as it was Independence Day and all), soaking in the sun and munching on ice cubes and pondering going down to the casinos. After a bit of listening to some forgettable local band playing on the street, we headed off to that big orange building downtown in order to watch the fireworks. (Amie and I had made friends with someone whose fiancé worked in that building so we got a kick-ass view... tho' they have since left the city, as do most people we meet and befriend.) This was our first year in Tucson, and all of the locals kept going on and on about how the fireworks set "A" Mountain on fire every year, seeing as how we're in the desert and things are very dry and all. So after a half hour or so of moderately impressive fireworks, we were a bit disappointed that the mountain did not burst into flames as anticipated. Must've been because of El Niño.
Moving on, since the fireworks were less than climactic, we were desperately searching for something else to do. I had remembered some feedback that some friendly viewers had sent me mentioning that a new Denny's was going up in Tucson around that time, so we thought we'd try our luck. Well, lo and behold, we were knee-deep in it! Luck, that is. Not only had this Denny's already opened, but it had just opened that day! Woo! Not only that, but we were the first customers that our waitress had ever had! Woo woo! And not only that, but there were some new items on the menu! Woo woo woo woo woo and woo! And not only that, but... uh... that was it, really. Needless to say, since our waitress was fresh as a spring chicken, she wasn't all hardened and bitter and crusty yet, so she was uncharictaristically friendly and prompt. Even though we had missed the deadline for the new menu items (they didn't offer them for the graveyard shift), we were able to convince her to let us order them anyway. (Actually, that bit was a combination of her friendliness and our taking advantage of her ignorance of the fascist regime of Denny's food serving schedules.) While waiting for our food, we chatted with her a bit about how she got the job and the Denny's training process and the like. She was a bit nervous when she first started serving us (seeing as how we were her first customers .. and we can be a bit intimidating, too), but by the end of the evening she seemed relaxed and confident. We decided to be nice and not mention the hair in Amie's sandwich.
Though while the waitress was having a mighty fine evening, the manager seemed to be less enthused. The whole time we were there, he was running back and forth and making phone calls and talking to random people. Something about the paintings not being hung properly. And you all know just how important it is that the Denny's artwork be displayed as it was meant to be. The manager's mood was not facilitated by the fact that the "handyman" on duty didn't seem to really care if the painting was crooked or not.
The final touch of the evening was the busboy whose shift had ended hours ago hanging out in one of the booths near us. Not even open 24 hours and already the employees are hanging around during their off-hours. It's those little things that make it all seem right.
NOTE: The original photo for this trip was accidentally thrown away before it could be scanned, and I'm too cheap to pay for another print.