OK, I'm better. We were on our way to Bandolier National Monument when I spotted this rock in the appropriately named town of White Rock, NM. I had to stop. I'm not Canadian and I'm not 8, but what the hell, the good people of White Rock knew I was coming. I just love New Mexico.
You'll note that I'm wearing hiking boots because I'm about to go hiking in the New Mexico mountains because I'm so totally fucking butch. I think that makes up for that 50-year-old gut that none of you have noticed because you're too polite.
You'll also note the expression on my face after Wes has said "just one more" for the umteenth time.
After the hike, we went wine tasting. There's only so much butchness I can handle in one day.
We stayed at the fabulous, fun, and gay-historic Inn of the Turquoise Bear. What, you haven't stayed there before? Really? OK, you have to promise me that you will stay there on your next trip to Santa Fe. Robert and Ralph will make sure you have a fabulous time. Their happy hour is not to be missed.
We went to the Santa Fe Opera and saw the divine Madame Butterfly and The Magic Flute. The Santa Fe Opera is one of those things you must do before you die. Take it from me.
More later. I'm going to crash now.
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