Quest for Eggs

Yesterday I was on a quest for eggs; scrambled to be exact - with toast (buttered), sausage patties, and coffee (Sugar? Yes please!).  {note: I’m playing with the rules of English grammar here, leave me alone.}

Yeah, so back to my Quest For Eggs.  Yes, it was a Quest proper not a simple quest like looking for your keys.  Dragon Quest is another example of a Quest proper – I miss those laid back days in the 80’s when I had a pocket full of quarters and all the time in the world on my side.  But my quest was not for dragons, I was searching for a nice Grand Slam.

Diane and I headed out to the local Village Inn where I knew I could score a delicious Sante Fe Chicken Skillet with green chili – it’s salubrious. Evidently all of Gilbert decided to have a skillet and there was a line around the block.  The wait was just too long so we looked for eggs elsewhere (not to be confused with the ever popular St. Elsewhere).

The problem is that there are just not that many places around our neighborhood to eat a good breakfast.  Which is why we’ve been trying to move for TWO YEARS (yeah, I stole that from dooce.com – give me a break ALL CAPS IS COOL).  Hey – over here, back to my story.  WE’VE BEEN TRYING TO MOVE FOR TWO YEARS SO BUY OUR HOUSE.

In fact we had an offer on our house this last week, the first offer we’ve seen in two years.  The offer was super low AND it turns out it wasn’t even real.  It’s a long story but the “buyers” who made the offer are real turds.  This week we had a very bad experience with the Turd family and their not-so-ethical realtor.  It just seemed to underscore the fact that we are forever stuck in Gilbert, way out in the burbs, when we’d rather be in the city with dozens of options for a scrambled egg breakfast.

But we’re not in the city and apparently the only option for food was a place called Some Burros.  I ordered a tostada and experienced one of the worst meals of my life.  Diane didn’t even attempt the food.  She’s wise.

We’d been out and about for over an hour so we gave up on the Quest for the eggs and decided to head back home for a bit.  Later in the day we ate some lunch (spicy chicken sandwiches from Jack in the Box) and arrived at the studio to load the Xterra and head to the west side for a shoot.

Our shoot lasted until just past 9:00pm and by that time we were both pretty hungry.  As we were leaving we noticed a Waffle House just down the road.  It was as if the clouds parted and the sun beamed down a shaft of light on the source of the illusive Holy Grail of Eggs.  Of course it’s Phoenix so we don’t have clouds and it was night so the sun wasn’t around, but you get the idea.

We drove in, grabbed a booth, and ordered up our greasy eggs.  We filled our tummies and played a few Waffe House tunes on the jukebox.

Waffle House Thank You made us laugh and the waitress suggested we enjoy Grill Operator.  Diane gave me the stink eye and instead of spending my last quarter on another Waffle House tune I played Hotel California – a tribute to the house we cannot sell and the town we cannot leave.

Posted by Mark Wallace Posted in: Humor No Comments » May 2008

Lunch shots

I was at Starbucks with some friends at lunch.  I shot these on the way from the cafe’ to my car.  Guerilla shooting.

Fernando, one of the guys from lunch.

A plant in the parking lot.

The car parked next to me.

Posted by Mark Wallace Posted in: Photography No Comments » May 2008

FURminator

Luka has been shedding constantly.  So we bought a FURminator.  The results are spectacular.

FURminator from Wallace Family on Vimeo.

Posted by Mark Wallace Posted in: Luka No Comments » May 2008

From the Archives

While looking through some old pictures I found this one from 2005.  This was shot just a few miles from my house.  I sort of liked it and thought I’d share.

Posted by Mark Wallace Posted in: Photography No Comments » May 2008

Mirror Image

While walking through Ikea yesterday I saw a huge wall sized photo that looked strangely familiar.  For a few minutes I thought that the photo was mine (purchased as stock), but it turned out to be the work of another photographer.  I dug through my photo archive and found my photo from 2005.  I’ve posted both photos below.  Freaky.

My photo from 2005.

The photo on the wall at Ikea.

Posted by Mark Wallace Posted in: Photography, Useful Info No Comments » May 2008