Chris and I were already up in Albuquerque just the two of us so we decided to drop in and spend a night in Santa Fe. It had been a crazy few weeks and we had an Abuelita who was very excited to watch them. We told Harmon when we got home where we were and Harmon was overjoyed exclaiming "you went to Santa Fe to see Santa????" When we were leaving that little bug didn't even care to say good bye to us b/c he was already immersed in fun. I missed the days when he couldn't stand me leaving and couldn't wait for me to get home
I think the nicest part about the weekend was spending time together. We actually got really romantic ;) It felt like the old days. Sadly one of the highlights was just hanging out in bed watching TV (last night was a "Deadliest Catch" marathon and this morning was a "Pawn Stars" marathon). As always we spent the whole road trip up and down debating politics. We are such sad nerds.
The funniest thing was Santa Fe though. Nightlife wise on we had a choice of a grunge punk band (which is a genre I loved) and old piano bar with an even older clientele. We would have been so out of place at the grunge band bar and so we choose the piano bar. There were 50 people all about 45 to age 80 swooning over a piano man singing hits like "Michelle, My Belle" and "What a Wonderful World". Some were singing horridly and loudly out of key while others were standing shaking booty.
It was a pretty scary sight. We left going thank Heaven's we are still young but than as we tuned the radio to an "oldies" station that features music from the 90's it hit me: YOU ARE NOT THAT FAR BEHIND. Uh oh!