No other time / No other place / No day but today

(Santa Fe) The S. O. and I were midway through our pub crawl through the plaza area last night when it started snowing. We were sitting on the balcony of the Ore House overlooking a picturesque holiday plaza (really: the balcony, heated by massive electric heaters and encased in plastic was actually quite hot). At the time, it was just flurries; we finished our bloodies and Irish coffees and proceeded on to Swig. Swig was eerily empty. The Thursday night DJ had been unable to make it from Taos, and we sat alone in the high-tech dance club, toasting our week of wedding planning success under the techno music and hi-def videos of deep sea life.

After we finally finished our martinis and sake concoctions we stumbled out into a nighttime winter wonderland. We trudged back to our hotel, abominable snow people in scarfs and duck boots, covered in snow. My mountain girlfriend pointed out the powdery snow, so different from the ice and slush we have received lately in Amarillo.

This morning we woke to the news that I-4O was closed from Albuquerque to Tucumcari and that a thousand vehicles were stranded along that stretch. We called the front desk to reserve our room for another night and settled in to watch Rent, for as long as the hotels' satellite held out.

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(I'll post photos when I get to a faster internet connection.)