Plan A: Drive to Ojo Caliente, with a pit stop at Dandy Burger, because who doesn't like fast food logos of lunch meats dressed in formal wear? Drive home in a massive thunderstorm, having not soaked in mineral springs because of lightning directly overhead.
Plan B: Drive to the Santa Fe Brewing company to see the frontman of Amazing Larry (apparently, it's a verb) play drums with a blues band. Get turned around on seventeen different frontage roads (make sure to include a left turn that evidently brings you back to the same road you started on). Arrive at the brewery an hour after you expected. It is essential at this point to find the place nearly deserted and the band finished with their set. Increase the population of the bar exponentially by adding five people to the three droopy-looking girls already there. Engage in wacky banter with Amazing Larry, then get snubbed. (Remember, this is the summer of the snub.)
Plan C: Drive into town to try to find the last open bar in Santa Fe. Get into Willee's for the band's last song. Suffer no big loss--it's just a weird latin/hip-hop version of "Sweet Home Alabama." Get glommed on by 19-year olds who may or may not have been tripping on E. Witness a bar fight. Leave after last call, which is apparently at 9:30 pm. (Okay, okay 1:13.)
Plan D: Drive to Allsup's to find some beer. Discover that even convenience stores don't sell beer after 1:30.
Plan E: Drive home. Eat a package of microwave popcorn. Give up.
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