Thanksgiving Adventures

So I went to New Mexico for Thanksgiving to visit Patrick's parents.  Which is all well and good, but New Mexico is the dark underbelly of the United States.  If you haven't been there, don't go.  If you have, and you like it, then you're a hippie.  Let me tell you how the state is laid out: you get into the state, and there's no town (I don't count Raton because it's over in about three miles).  Then there's a whole lot of prairie/desert/mountain land just hanging around, with lots of elk that want to kill you, especially if you drive a compact car. 

Then you see a sign that hints that there might be civilization nearby, but really it's just another town that's four buildings long with several scraggly-haired residents that are awestruck when they hear that there are cities with street lights and such.
Finally, you get to where you're staying.  We stayed in Taos and Eagle Nest, New Mexico.  And it's dark.  DARK.  DAAARRRRRRKKKK.  Now, it's not like I grew up in New York City, but I do appreciate street lights and 24 hour businesses; it just lets me know that I'm not the only person alive at 10 pm.  So I don't sleep at all because I'm so freaked out, and then have to get up and act charming so that Patrick's parents don't think I'm a whiny baby.

I'm telling you, if you can avoid New Mexico, do it.

However, the good thing is that Patrick got to see his family, and that makes me happy.  I'm going to assume that our Thanksgiving dinner will be delicious and there will be happiness all around.  I'll just try not to dwell on the fact that my brain keeps featuring scenes from The Hills Have Eyes or The Crazies while I try to fall asleep in the black, black night.

I hope all of you had a wonderful Turkey Day full of delicious noms and happy family time.