I asked my waitress this afternoon what "Santa Fe" meant. She had no idea. That made me want to tip her only 5%. Anyway, after a crazy week of following Phish, I'm having a nice, mellow, relaxing holiday in New Mexico. I can't tell you too much about Santa Fe aside from telling you that the bar I got obliterated in last night was pretty cool with all these dragons. That's what I remember. The vision is fuzzy. I'm trying to block out all the hipsters from LA. But I'm recalling dragons and Haley muttering something like, "Have you ever puked in a bar in New Mexico? There's a Top 5 list waiting to be blogged."
And since she asked...
5 Random Bars I've Puked In...
1. The Blue Moon (Seattle, WA)
2. Limerick Junction (Atlanta, GA)
3. Rick's Cafe (Negril, Jamaica)
4. The Maple Leaf (New Orleans, LA)
5. Phoebe's (NYC)
I could tell you about the casino I went to just outside of Santa Fe to play poker this afternoon! I'll blog the details later to the Tao of Poker. Quick story... I lost my buy-in and Haley won $20. She wants to go back tomorrow. She's been watching too much Celebrity Poker.
Oh, and I met Haley's mom. She's hilarious. She reminds me of a hippie version of Kelly Ripa... on her third Maragrita of the day. Awwww, I'm just kiiiiii-ding. She drinks four before lunchtime. I never met anyome who appeared on The Love Boat before. After we had our second cocktail, on our way home from the airport, I got up enough courage to ask her, "So what's Ricardo Montilban really like?"
Welcome to Santa Fe!
At sunset tonight, she brougth me out to her backyard area and told me to take off my shoes and socks and dig my feet into the ground. "Now close your eyes, Pauly. Feel the Earth beneath you. Let's it's energy flow through you. Can you feel it?"
All I could feel was the rock that was digging into my foot. "I think so. I feel a little warm and fuzzy inside. Kinda like when I do a shot of Peppermint Schnapps."
"You're a very spiritual person, Pauly."
"You have no idea."
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