The Silly Side of Santa Fe
In case any of you were under the impression that I’m a serious person, I give you all the “silly” pictures I took of our trip to Santa Fe.
You know your boyfriend has no shame when he willingly wears your sunglasses during the 6 hour drive.
Luckily, my face is unusually small and he just as willingly gave them back.
And you know you also have no shame when you take glamour shots of yourself in public.
Everything I need in life is in this picture. Camera, phone, sunglasses, margarita.
And now that we’ve established that neither of us have any shame, this badly taken self portrait seems less shocking.
This happens to be a good picture. Unfortunately I was only able to point out that Joey “has a tree growing out of his head.”
Phew, no tree behind me.
$5 glasses of orange juice are only worth it if they can serve as a prop in at least 3 pictures.
Neither of us are really sure what kind of smile that is.
Well, that’s 3. $5 well spent.
This picture says it all.
But in case you’re wondering, I am capable of making normal faces.
I look good.
Apparently I’m capable of tooting my own horn, too.
Napping in the middle of the grass in the square is totally acceptable if you’ve been walking around all day and would rather listen to a homeless man singing “I’m Yours,” than see another storefront filled with cowboy boots.
For the record, I think Joey would have been totally okay with looking at more boots.
If you don’t look like this when you eat ice cream, something is wrong with you.
That’s the far off look of someone who’s gone to ice cream heaven.
Or who’s retinas have been burned by looking at too many boots.
And this is the look of someone who comes in from the blistering heat with a sunburn and still wants a hot chocolate drink.
For the record, the ice cream was pretty good too.
Asking for a sample of white chocolate with vanilla and pepper after you’ve ordered your drink is perfectly acceptable.
Also perfectly acceptable, is spending 15 minutes sipping balsamic vinegars and letting the employees think you’re going to purchase something.
Experience of tasting balsamics > actually buying a bottle.
I asked Joey if I “looked like a Jersey Shore cast member” about 15 times before leaving the hotel for dinner.
I’m still convinced I did. But it was my birthday so I didn’t care.
For the record, answering my question with no, then proceeding to call me “L-Wow” is contradictory.
If you own a shirt with a giant whale on it, you should be prepared for me to laugh every time I look at you.
But I’ll let you think it’s because you’re drinking a margarita with your pinky out.
And because I haven’t poked fun at Joey enough in this post…
Totally candid, I swear.
Did I really trust this person with my life as he drove me across the desert at high speeds?
Yes, yes I did.
What’s the last silly thing you did?
Go get your silly on, friends.