My mom's starting to think we're alcoholics. But what better way to celebrate surviving a brush with...strandedness(?)...than getting trashed in your hotel room on New Years???
OH, RIGHT, there's ONE better way -- !cellphonestrobelightdanceparty!
Gotta get the playlist right.
And we're out. This place needs some energy. And those two ladies look REALLY angry (actually wait is that a dude and they're fighting?)
"What time is it? Eleven??? Where's the dancing???"
"COME ON PEOPLE, DANCE! WHY AREN'T YOU DANCING?!"
That's my girlfriend, everyone.
Definitely don't remember ordering this.
DEFINITELY remember ordering this. BEST NACHOS EVER. Can't remember why, but they must have been incredible.
Then we went to this gas station for supplies. Read: SoCo in a plastic bottle, which probably wasn't SoCo at all but rather watered down whiskey with some water.
There it is. But why did we end up with it? Because a homeless guy accosted us (in a friendly way) at the gas station. "How's it going?" I say. "Much better now that you're getting me a bottle of SoCo," he replies. "You got it."
That was the good part. Then he followed us for ten minutes -- actually, walked with us to the bar -- claiming to be keeping us safe from the local "ruffians" who were supposedly threatening to beat us up. After about minute eight it got pretty creepy -- "Oh, this is our bar, happy new year!" Felt kind of bad though. At least he got a bottle of SoCo.
Eight hours later... "What HAPPENED last night???" I...can't...remember...
Oh. (see warning at bottom)
Oh yeah, and the car is still a shitshow.
Time for a chia seed boost.
And a car wash.
"WHAT IS THIS?!?!??!"
"I have to..."
"...race around the car..."
"...in search of safety!"
"NOWHERE TO HIDE!!!"
Before:
After:
Better than expected
Best dogpark in the country. Believe us, we've been to all of them.
Santa Fe Indian market
Closed :(
Fine, Burrito Company.
Officially cemented the new plan: spend summer in the southwest, writing, building stuff, communing with nature.
Heard five months earlier in Beijing's Yashow (come on people, it's Yaxiu) Silk Market:
"Hey lady, hey lady! Lady can never have too many purses! You want a purse? Hey lady!"
I'm going where they're going.
This is the face of someone who just realized...
...the boots she wanted are all at least $300.
Stopping in at Maria's -- supposedly the origin of the margarita, the only restaurant in Santa Fe one HAS to go to, and capital of green chili heaven.
Green chili stew -- pretty great. First time having sopaipillas: heaven on earth?
Apparently...
...I like...
...taking pictures...
...of sculptures.
Iconic Santa Fe. The woman inside didn't seem too happy with this shot from the alley.
"I love luminaries!" "I love prominent thinkers...too?"
Shot the moon. Get it? No? Fine.
I know, I know, this is my new favorite place in the world, too. First salads of the trip! Kidding...I hope... I can't remember for sure -- not through the fog of grease and sugar.
Goodbye Santa Fe. We'll be back. We're summering in you.
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