Auld Lang Syne
Mood:  chillin'
Now Playing: Jimi Hendrix
So here we are in the New Year--finally! I barely survived my trip to New Mexico and the New Year festivities...it was similar to a trip to Minnesota when you feel like you are attending a Bacchanalian festival (sans the orgies)and have no desire to leave...ever.

As I sit here nursing a Molson, I will fill you in on my trip to Santa Fe--at least the bits I remember well enought to recount semi accurately.

My sister's new pad in Santa Fe is amazing. As in stunning. As in WOAH! I spent many hours in the steam room or floating in the Jacuzzi. It got to the point where, much like my trip to Amsterdam (AKA Amsterdmaged), I was beginning to have doubts as to returning to the real world. I mean, what does it really have to offer anyway?

Here is my trip to Santa Fe in a nutshell:

Thursday
*Wake up
*Relax in steam room
*Naked hot tub (their hot tub looks out over Santa Fe and the Sangre de Cristo mountains)
*Bloodies
*Ski Santa Fe for snowboarding
*Drink more
*Lunch on the mountain
*More snowboarding
*More beverages
*Wipe out hard and club self in face--black eye and slight concussion due to stupidity of no helmet but bright news--nothing broken per the ski patrol
*Head home to nurse injuries
*Naked hot tub with surreal double visions
*Snogaritas (take a glass of snow and add fresh lime juice, Cointreau and Patron)
*Nap (only slight concussion so nap doable)
*Shower
*Cocktail party with A listers (society VIPs with big $$$$)
*Dinner at Gabriel's
*Naked hot tub/champs
*Sleep

Friday
*Wake up and briefly be bitter to not be going snowboarding but already have black eye for New Years
*Relax in steam room
*Naked hot tub/coffee and homemade Irish Cream
*Watch Jerry Springer (my secret white trash addiction)
*Shower
*A list New Years Eve cocktail party
*New Years Eve Party #2 - more A listers
*Dinner at Masa sushi
*Can you say Saki?
*New Years Eve Party #3 - how many A listers can there be in one fricking resort town anyway?
*Midnight kiss with some random hottie, David, sitting next to me at dinner. Why is it that good looks don't always equate to good kissing...there should be a law or something...
*Naked hot tub/snowgaritas
*Sleep--around 4:30 am

Saturday
*Wake up
*Take multiple Excedrin and drink gallons of water
*Naked hot tub/Bloodies (hair of the dog and all that)
*Shower
*Limo to A list function at $2 mil house on top of the Sangre de Cristos-What a view!
*Mimosas
*Flirt outrageously with seriously hot Metrosexual dentist, Michael, who could be an Armani model (WOOF!)
*Catered Cajun lunch on wrap around patio-Have I mentioned the amazing views?
*Meet darling tattooed surfer gay boi who is having a Martha Stewart Get Out of Jail party complete with bull dyke servers in overalls and wrangle an invite
*Switch to Grey Goose straight up--men at the party becoming hotter by the minute...or by the glass
*Consider mad mash session offered by GU (geographically undesirable) hot dentist Michael - pass as he is just too well styled for me--grandma always said never trust the perfect babes.
*Head home for brief party respite and viewing of college bowl games
*Naked hot tub/snowgaritas
*Steam room
*Nap
*Shower
*A list party #2-spend entire time avoiding Robert Redford as I now have enough beverages in me to make a rude comment about his recent testicular lift. Can just see me saying "Hey Bob--how're Bob Jr and the twins hanging?" decided that foot in mouth would not be an option if I ever wanted to come back to naked Jacuzzi/snowgarita paradise
*A list party #3--sit down dinner for 140 at the "Widow Hannahan's". Ever seen a walk in dishwasher? Me either until this. We also met Tom Ford (former head designer at Gucci) and he complemented Darci on the scarf her 5-yr old nephew gave her (the one that I had been referring to as the `confetti weasel'). I was the only person there not dressed by Chanel or some other Hoi Polloi designer. In fact, I can pretty much guarantee you that I was the only person dressed by Ross at these gigs... and I looked hot (and the dentist told me so!)
*Naked hot tub/champs
*Watch the Legend of Ron Jeremy (be afraid)
*Sleep-sun has already come up

Sunday
*Stumble out of bed, drag to kitchen and suck down multiple Excedrins.
*Ignore offer of screwdrivers and go back to bed
*Wake up
*Steam room
*Need grease--go get Mexican food at happenin' local joint Tomasitas
*Say yes to Negro Modelos
*Football
*Naked hot tub/Bohemias
*Nap
*Steam Room
*Dinner at rocking steakhouse out by the pass
*Pack
*Naked hot tub/Pinot Grigio (I wanted a Chardonnay, but saying Pinot Grigio is so much more fun!)
*Can't sleep--dread leaving and returning to work and real life...

See a pattern here? I came home relaxed and wrinkled...Wish I had gotten more boarding in, but have to admit the black eye made for some great conversations...bizarre golfing accident; arm wrestling incident at local Indian casino during all you can eat crab legs buffet; shopping calamity at Nambe 50% off sale, etc. Good times I tell you...