Sante Fe

We took a trip to Sante Fe this weekend.  It was my first visit there.  Not knowing what to expect, I was a bit surprised by all the cowboy culture.  Plenty of Stetsons and "y'alls" to go around.  We had a nice lunch at the Cowgirl Bar, where I injected even more beef into my ever clogging colon.  Then we stopped by a place called, Cowgirlz.  It's a southern fried heavy metal strip club, just outside the heart of downtown.  All the girls wore pasties that were shaped like cowboy hats and danced to Toby Keith songs covered by the likes of Metallica wannabes.  I drank Shiner bock from an old boot.  Amy, being a more traditional and proper lady, was a bit miffed by the whole experience.  But we kept her liquored up just enough to keep her eyes from rolling out of her head every 30 seconds.  Sean's communication skills gradually devolved into a series of emotive "yee-haws."  I got a lap dance from a gal named, Mabel.  She was the elder matron of the place at 50+.  She asked me how I liked it, and I told her to tell me that I was special and ever so good, and that father was coming home soon from his extended trip to the gas station for cigarettes.  She was a good sport about it, so I tipped her an extra sawbuck, which I tucked into a pastie that hung near her waist.  Eventually, we emptied the majority of our wallets and left.  Which was a good thing as Amy was starting to enjoy herself a little too much in there. At one point, I overheard her asking for an application...

We also went to a flea market that was full of arts and crafts, and clothes, and a bit of everything.  Unfortunately, everything that I really liked was way out of my price range.  Amy did find a nice little painting tho.  I'm regretting that I didn't get one or two of those, as they were quite lovely @ $22 and would have made great gifts for a couple of friends.  But I did decide to pick up a souvenir on the way out of town.  I've never been one to get a shirt with the name of the town emblazoned on the front.  To me, that's like getting a tattoo of somebody's name or even worse, your own.  Anyway, I'm not one for sentimentality in the first place, so I picked up a lighter which I will give to a certain friend when I get home.

Still haven't gone gambling yet, but that's on the docket for tomorrow.  (I just need to sew one more ace in my sleeve.)  I've got one more week left here and then I'm off to Arizona, where it's even warmer...

-corn

PS.  How freakin' adorable are these cats here?