7. 3.09 Santa Fe, NM.
Day 1, Entry 1
Location: Sleepy Dog Tavern
Today was my day. Having missed the shuttle to this fabled "Plaza", I ventured out on foot with a map from our hotel. My "smart" phone predicted an hour and a half walk. Thirty minutes into the trek I realized my running shoes would have been a better choice than leather hi-top Converse, but at least I looked stylish. So stylish, in fact, that I was granted cat calls from two Mamasitas in a grey coupe. Maybe they mistook me for someone else because I was taking a detour, through their neighbor brood. I had to detour because I was looking for a Bank of America. I never found it, but on the bright side, burned some calories and was treated like a piece of meat.
Thirty minutes later, my phone went dead! I push a button. No response. I push reset buttons. No response. I had a moment of silence and said a silent prayer of thanks to our lord and savior, Bronson Alcott. Looking at my WWTD (What Would Thoreau Do?) bracelet, I concluded this was a great thing - an event even! Finally, I was free of technology and left to fend for myself in an unfamiliar city like a modern survivor Man!
Standing at the corner of Cerrillos and Pasco de Peralta, a four way stoop was held up when a kind woman braked in front of my side walk plateau, rolled down an automatic window and asked "Where are you going? Need directions?” I either looked impossibly lost or it was once again due to the stylish kicks. I prefer to think the later. I thanked her, but the reality was I had arrived at the Plaza!
I took refuge in the Sleepy Dog Tavern to write because I miss my dog and it was happy hour.
Honorable mention stops along the way included:
- Red House. A hole in the wall smoke and paraphernalia shop filled wall-to-wall with colorful glass blown pipes of various sizes.
- Five Star Tattoo. Ask for Spike.
- True Believer Comics. It’s not worth returning until Wednesday.
- Taqueria Portable
- The Invisible Bank of America
- The Chuck Jones Art Museum. With special guest, DR. SEUSS!
- Toyopolis. I found various knock off figurines of Roman, Egyptian, Western, and Pirate culture. As well as extinct species such as pegasi and unicorns. Most importantly, Deadpool action figure!
Day 1, Entry 3
Location: Keva Juice
This day couldn't get more perfect! I’m sitting at the bar in Keva Juice waiting for my strawberry-orange fornicator Grande juice with Protein-biser Energizer blend-in. Crystal says it's the most popular drink. In ten minutes I'll walk back to the At&t store and talk to Emily about the diagnostic on my phone. She'll either have it fixed or I'll have an excuse to upgrade (I’ve been waiting for an excuse, too.) Either way, Kelly is an awesome hippie-surf chick with a tattoo on her right wrist and both feet. Her wrist has a design from the gear shift knob of a manual driven car. Her feet have the blue prints of two pieces of a car’s engine – the gas pedal and brake pedal. This makes her more impressive than Megan Fox's weak research for Transformers.
