I’m Interested in Learning How to Box

It’s not that I want to look like Hillary Swank in Million Dollar Baby (I do, before that whole messy gangrene/euthanasia thing), it’s just that I hate crowds, and I think that maybe knowing how to throw a punch would’ve come in handy this past weekend as we elbowed our way through the plaza on Fourth of July, elbowed our way into cliff dwellings at Bandelier, and elbowed our way on the dance floor at El Farol (our neighborhood bar, if you can use that term to refer to a place with an $8 cover). Not that it was a bad weekend—in fact, it was great—but really, people, don’t you just want to stay home with your families?

In grand Bread Loaf tradition, the weekend was gin-sodden (like Kris’ shirt, when some chick in stilettos bumped her on the dance floor on Saturday night), not to mention full of dessert and adrenaline-y goodness. Chrissy’s boyfriend was here for the weekend and our Fourth of July cookout rocked (bison burgers and organic dogs: yum!). If I had some BL prof making me nature journal, perhaps I could offer up a good description of our Saturday trip to Bandelier, but suffice it to say that we hiked among some really alien-looking cliffs that used to be dwellings for an ancient pueblo. You can also climb up ladders to look inside the cliff dwellings (and knock your noggin against the cave wall). As Kris said, the humans make it difficult—fear of heights is one thing, fear of heights when some schmo isn’t letting you pass is another.



And one more word on crowds: as much fun as it was to dance to Radio La Chusma, the Latin rock/hip-hop/reggae band at El Farol on Saturday, it was made more entertaining (or perhaps more annoying) by the crowds of post-Suppressed Desires BLers. Now, the white polo and the shaggy blond hair—is that your costume or are you just coming from a photo shoot for next year’s catalogue? What about the dude in the long skirt, cardigan, and bucket hat—is he going for an homage to Courtney Cazden? So far, we don’t know anyone on what seems to be a campus full of first-years in the throes of mid-term hookups. Perhaps that’s for the best.

Road Trip Haikus #4, 5: Las Golondrinas Ranch, Santa Fe, New Mexico

Hippies at a wine fest
Peddling local cabernets
Chrissy loves Riesling

Afternoon storm clouds,
rain and dust from the mountains:
girls get adobed.