Albuquerque is a shit show

So to backtrack a bit (New Mexico is before Arizona) after we spent the night in Santa Fe we went to Albuquerque. We were staying with some friends of friends so we didn't really know them. We show up at their house around 6pm. One of the residents is already drunk and stoned but seems nice enough and invites us in. There are quitea few people in the house, a late afternoon party if you will. We all sit around and chat. People include us in their conversations and are quite cordial. Those of your from the East Coast know what I'm talking about when I say I have been pleasantly surprised about how nice people have been to us.

Eventually everyone filters out of the house and it's just Charlotte and myself with Herman* (dude who lives there). His roommate Althea* eventually comes home and Charlotte and I are getting peckish. We decided we want to get some food and CA offers to take us to a local haunt that all the college students love. It's the place we have to go to have truly been to Albquerque. It's called Frontier and it's a weird cafeteria type situation. I get a "vegetarian" salad which is ok, nothing great though. Charlotte gets the same a a tostada but is shocked to see that the salad has SUNFLOWER SEEDS on it. The menu had said NOTHING about this so we were all quite upset. For those of you who don't know Charlotte is deathly allergic to sunflower seeds. She gets another salad and all is well...

...For awhile. We decide to not let the sunflower s

eed incident deter us from enjoying beautiful Albquerque/New Mexico. That night is tame enough, we go back to the house and play Uno with Herman and Althea. The pair of them talk about what a great time they had the night before and how they party a lot etc. etc. But Charlotte and I went to college, we know what's up so we just smile and nod, nothing new. It is a bit off putting how often they talk of partying just because at least for Charlotte and myself (and most people, I would say) Clark was not a party school. But we are fairly non-judgemental and pass the night pleasently enough. We went to a bar that reminded us a lot of Worcester dives and met some of our hosts friend who all seemed nice. We tried to crash a "90s lesbian party" but by the time we got there it was already breaking up but it didn't really matter 'cause I didn't even have my dr. martens on.

The next morning we decide to go get some breakfast and coffee. It was suggested we go to Satellite Coffee. THIS IS BEST PLACE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. Not only did it have AMAZING BREAKFAST BURRITOS it had iced coffee refills for $0.54!!!!!!!!! Amazing!!! So obviously we spent several hours catching up on our internets and caffeine

We decided we needed to actually go and see something of Albuquerque other than it's coffee shops. We went to this place called Old Town which is pretty kitschy and touristy with a bunch of stores that sell "Native American" art and the like. It was actually pretty cool with some interesting stuff. I got a blanket that was made in Mexico for $16 so that was pretty cool. We tried to go see an old church but it was actually giving a service so we backed off.

We went back to the house and were just kind of sitting and handing out on the their front porch, reading. Chandler* a third roommate came and sat with us. He was a exchange student from Britain at some point and now just lives in Albuquerque. He was really cool and we talked about some British stuff.

That night we hung our with Althea and chatted, ate some dinner, had a couple drinks. We decided to go meet Herman at some bar and by the time we got there he was pretty drunk. We decided to take the bus further downtown in order to go to somebody's birthday party. Herman's friends were really nice and I enjoyed talking with them immensly. I'm not totally sure what happened but all of a sudden shit got real at this party. Charlotte and I were talking and making friends. Herman and Althea were doing their own thing but all of a sudden it seemed Althea was wasted and I mean wasted. She was beyond slurring her words, carrying empty bottles of alchohol around. Althea made it clear she wanted to get the fuck out of this house and just kinda left so Charlotte and I followed her. The problem was she was so drunk she couldn't remember how to get home. She tried to call a cab (we tried to help) before giving up. We ended up circling the block and ending up back at the party. I went in to see if Herman could give us directions. He made a pretty asinine comment about us trying to cockblock him before giving my the directions. He said he would walk us home but after the shit about us cockblocking him I thought it best to just leave.

We then walked what felt like MILES. Althea being as drunk as she was obviously stumbled a lot and a few times we had to coax her to keep walking. We finally get to the house and low and behold Herman is already there. I'm already ripshit. I'm not sure how anyone could act like this to people they don't know. Yes, it was very nice of them to let us stay there but still! I couldn't believe it, if anything you should be nicer because you don't know us. Anyway, all I want to do is go to sleep but Herman and Althea are sort of wandering around. Herman eventually goes to bed. I fall asleep as does Charlotte.

The next thing we know, Chandler is asking Charlotte if she can help him carry Althea in from the porch where she passed out! (I'm only sort of half awake from this). Chandler sort of drags/carries Althea in to her room. Neither Charlotte nor I knew that she was outside we sort of just fell asleep.

Hours pass, it's probably around 5 or 6am and I need to pee like any normal human being. I go to go into the hallway where the bathroom is and get CHASED OUT BY A DOG. Althea's dog won't let me use the bathroom! He barking and going crazy because I guess I was too close to her room. So I have to pee outside which I'm pissed about because there is a perfectly good bathroom with toilet paper that WE supplied in the house.

All in all, Albuquerque was great. It was just the last night that made me sort of hate everything. I still am not totally sure how people act like that towards guests. Charlotte and I have spent more than one occasion trying to make sense out of it to no avail. I guess it's just safe to say that some people are just nice, others are alcoholics.

*Names begrudgingly changed to protect identities.

(Oh, also none of the pictures are ours, we didn't really take any for some reason...? YAY internet)