Anyways, besides the Campy revival, Albequerque treated us very well. We stayed at this very lush hotel, which basically ended up being a meth lab, but was really fancy by our standards. We decided to treat ourselves by going out on the town, and visting Allison's old stompin' grounds. We met some very...interesting...people that night.
| This was taken at some very swanky place that we only got into because a couple Nords liked us a little too much |
Anyways, we had a really good night out. The next day hurt a little, but we made it to one of those Route 66 diners, ate ourselves silly, and did a little shopping.
Oh, Albequerque is also where we got our license plate business all figured out. Thanks again Momma Bell!
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