I recently finished reading a wonderful book Steal Like an Artist. A great part of the book talks about how necessary it is to get out and just travel..."Your brain gets too comfortable in your everyday surroundings. You need to make it uncomfortable. You need to spend time in another land" so I did just that. I understand for all of us that's not so easy. We have to work all week, what do you mean "just go somewhere!"? This is where the weekend trip comes in.

This Labor Day weekend I was fortunate enough to be able to skip town for a couple of days with my mom. We last-minuted booked two flights from ATL > PHX and 2 nights at the Arizona Biltmore in Phoenix.

When we touched down at PHX, it was 101 degrees out. Surprisingly enough, we didn't sweat because that dry heat is LIT. If you've never been out west, Arizona is a great introduction. You're immediately greeted by this bearable heat, giant cactus plants, literal tumbleweed, picturesque mountains, and red rocks everywhere. It's nice to get a change of scenery when I can, and I feel recharged, re-energized and inspired whenever I do. Some highlights:


You can tell a lot about a place by its pool. The ratio of running children to relaxing adults. The mix the DJ is playing. The soupiness of the once-frozen drinks. The tri-colored nachos. I live for pool time and laying out in the sun. I know I'll pay for it later, but man does it feel good.



Now I can't make a promise to you that all the Mexican food in Arizona is authentic, but it is damn good. We had a lot of Mexican-inspired dishes this weekend, but one place that stood out was Diego Pops in Old Town Scottsdale. They had me at street corn queso. And Sunday happy hour.



If you're going to Arizona, you're either going to do some outdoorsy shit or you're going to relax. We did the latter. The spa at the Biltmore was like a Korean day spa, complete with whirlpools, saunas, steam rooms, full-body massages and treatments, and weird spa sandals.



Day drinking is special. It feels sleazy and I love it. Mojitos, tequila sunrises (invented at the Biltmore), and frozen daiquiri flowed like water. Love. 


Brunch at the Biltmore was phe-nom-en-al. I rarely sing praises to buffet brunches, because soggy meats and salads, but dayum. Unlimited fresh crab claws, fresh fancy fruits I couldn't name, and bottomless iced coffee? I'm here for it. And I WILL be back.