An answer to a question I keep getting
I really like menswear, neutrals and simplicity. I like thrifted pieces best. I usually don’t show a lot of skin. I like a winged eye. I probably won’t spend a ton of money unless I’ve wanted it for years.
- Marfa: exactly how I remembered it from back in September, except maybe a little less hot. Future Shark provided the noms, El Cosmico provided the zzz’s. Still so many hip people there, I felt inadequate.
- Carlsbad Caverns: much less scary than anticipated considering my mind immediately gravitates towards worst case scenarios. Was able to appreciate it all without fear of the caverns collapsing, imminent death. They had a restroom down there and my lasting thought was, “That is the deepest toilet I’m ever gonna pee in.”
- Roswell: everything was closed, but alien paraphernalia was rampant. So many stores had kitschy neon green alien statues outside their entryway even though they sold fabric or donuts or school supplies. Ate at Big D’s, left a note on the windshield of an asshole driver.
- Santa Fe: cute town, really plays into the whole pueblo aesthetic but not in a bad way. I visited the Loretto Chapel because my mother really wanted me to, and snow flurries began to fall upon our arrival at the church. Sign? Probably not. But it was cool.
- Albuquerque: Got to try fry bread at Salsa Brava, as per Guy Fieri’s suggestion. I don’t like Guy, but the fry bread was pretty good. Their flan was better though.
- Petrified Forest National Park: wasn’t expecting a lot but was pleasantly surprised. Lots to see, but we only had 45 minutes. Reminded me of Land of the Lost on numerous occasions. We also broke the law.
- Flagstaff: climbed for an hour at a gym because we felt shitty. Stayed at Dubeau Hostel, was assigned the wrong room and accidentally walked in on a sleeping traveler. Whoops. Met an Australian who loves Kinky Friedman. Kept thinking about bed bugs the whole time, but ultimately decided that hostels aren’t so bad after all.
- Grand Canyon: such grand. So wow. But seriously, I felt it was much more “grand” than when I went as a kid. We saw a lot of elk, hiked over a lot of mule poop, and gave our apple cores to some wildlife.
- Salton City: arrived at 1AM and slept in my parked car by the water. Thought that we’d get in trouble because a police car drove by, but it was border patrol. Reminded me of life in the Valley.
- San Diego: ate some Vietnamese food, devoured the chicken lettuce wraps. Strolled along the ocean and took a lot of selfies. We wanted to check out more places, but too exhausted so we drank beer and re-watched Heroes in our AirBnB teepee instead. We’re so cool. Heroes disappointed. Again.
- Los Angeles: bouldered at Sender One and felt like I was actually kind of improving. Kind of. Sort of. But the gym was really nice. Saw Hoan’s twin / potential bff. Ate at a legit Vietnamese restaurant called Brodard’s. Suffered through horrible traffic that made me appreciate I-35.
- San Francisco: we’ll see.
So many changes in such a short amount of time. Like, really. All jam-packed within only a few days. Looking forward to having the week off.