OK! Short(ish) recap of the last night in Flagstaff, Durango,
and Bottomless Lakes near Roswell:
Flagstaff is so small that when there is something going on that night, it’s
the only thing going on. The last night we were in town, the thing going on was
a cross dress karaoke party. HT was getting dolled up by the girls, he looked
stunning. He actually looked like a decent girl, hair curled, lips rouged, and
a tight sparkly floor length dress. I let him wear the bullet necklace that
Alexis made, it looked perfect with his outfit, he looked like a mafia wife.
Larsen got a hipster chick makeover, a mini skirt from the campus dumpsters, my
black knee highs, my leather jacket, my red scarf, and red sunglasses. I put on
my leather pants and dawned Larsen’s leather jacket, hoodie, and Ridazz
bandana. The best dressed of the night was Blake, another big house mate. When
he walked in wearing a bright pink Quinceañera dress,
face powder white and cheeks lipstick red, his long hair braided into a bun and
topped off with a large butterfly clip, I nearly died. We decided his name
should be Mariposa.
After we all got dressed up and assigned each other gender
appropriate names (Larsen and HT were Mercedes and Porscha), we headed out for
the party, which was three houses down on the other side of the street. Some
jungle juice, youtube karaoke, deep drunken conversations, familiar faces, and
hours later, we headed back to the big house to play a game of Qatan. After a
few turns, we decided it was futile and started packing away the game. That’s
when the shit hit the fan. At some point, drunk girl aka Michelle’s tattoos
became a point of interest for the boys, and she started feeling insecure about
them. Being drunk and defensive, she attempted to seek out Blake’s tattoos so
she could make fun of them. Not knowing where they were, she started stripping
his top off and prying everywhere she could. In an attempt to apprehend this
belligerent chick, Larsen grabbed her and tried to pin her down, which
escalated into an all out brawl between the two of them. It was mostly just
Michelle biting and squirming around and being crazy, while Larsen happily
danced around her trying to avoid her attacks. Eventually after getting tied up
and locked out and banished from the kitchen, she calmed down and left us for a
bit. Until we went to bed, then she tried to get Larsen out of bed to “hang
out” some more, but he shooed her off and said he’d see her before we left tomorrow.
In the morning, she was much more docile, and said she didn’t remember a thing
from the night before. And so, we left Flagstaff and headed towards the
mountains to Durango.
We arrived in Durango at night, and was greeted by a tall,
fluffy haired, girl named Teresa. All I knew was that her and Larsen met
through bike porn. She served us tea and made us feel warm and cozy. We watched
a movie and went to bed. The next day we headed out by car to run errands and
visit the campus. Along the way we stopped by Food Not Bombs and had some
breakfast pizza and awesome veggie stew. Afterwards, she took us to a secret
hot tub an hour drive away. The story goes that this couple owned the hot tub
in the 70’s and when they broke up, they couldn’t decide who should take it, so
they just left it next to the hot springs. Over time, the hot tub became
cemented into the earth through calcification of the natural minerals in the
water (there were other stories but this one was the most interesting). It
looked like a natural hot spring in the shape of a hot tub. A couple dudes and
a lady were sitting in the tub when we got there, enjoying some beers. I
started feeling a cold come on, so I kind of tuned out for the rest of the
evening, and fell asleep on the ride home, and then on the couch that night.
The next morning was rough, feeling achy and stuffy, I begrudgingly got out of
my sleeping bag and packed. We fled before noon, with Austin on our minds.
We rode for what seemed like a really long time, through
rolling green hills, desolate flat lands, decrepit ghost towns, and some really
intense heat. By nightfall, we were in Roswell. I expected to see or experience
some weird shit while we were there, but it was mostly just a lot of cheesy
Alien marketing and a town like any other in the middle of nowhere. We found a
campsite called Bottomless Lakes, just outside of town, made some dinner, and
hid the bike and ourselves behind a tree for the night, so we could avoid
paying camp fees. The next morning, we were able to escape before the rangers
could spot us.
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