I turned 30 on December 1st. In the words of my Uncle Mike, "Oh, fuck it. Life is over."
Just kidding. It's a weird thing, though. And since a birthday party with all of my closest friends is never an option anymore, I decided to celebrate with a trip to Santa Fe, New Mexico.
This guy came with me. And made it his goal to eat All The Things. (Starting with breakfast at Tune-Up Cafe.)
We stopped at the Tent Rocks National Monument on our way from the airport. Matt was not impressed. I don't care what he thinks.
Matt vs. The Cactus. (The cactus won.)
Kowboyz, home of the most brilliant array of cowboy boots, hats, shirts, and anything else you could ever dream of.
The Santa Fe Railyard. Prettiest trains ever. Also, had the best mini (blue) corn dogs of my life at the Second Street Brewery.
We wandered through all the various levels of Double Take, an awesome vintage store filled with cool treasures. (I found a sweet little lidded basket for keeping my earrings and bracelets in.)
It's my birthday, and I'll go on long drives through the mountains if I want to!
We made it to Cowgirl BBQ and I finally got the t-shirt I always regretted never splurging on when I was a broke intern. (This may have occurred after several beers and shots of whiskey.)
Bye, New Mexico! Thanks for a special birthday. (And, y'know, thanks to my brother for coming with me. As my mother says: "Such a nice boy!")
Other notable stops not photographed for posterity: Cafe Pasqual's, Tecolote, Maria's, Kakawa Chocolate Shop, Jackalope, and the CVS where I stocked up on medicine to combat the Worst Cold Ever. (Happy birthday, have some germs!)