We’re on the road to Albuquerque. We just at breakfast at the one of the only towns in between Amarillo and Albuquerque. Last night we stayed with Steve. We were his first couchsurfers and we had a blast. We brought over a case of Shiner Bock and the guys drank it sitting on the floor and the couch next to the Christmas tree in the living room. I had a little but, as we all know, I’m partial to mojitos and Amarillo (Canyon) Texas isn’t really a mojito kind of town (did that sound snobby?). After that we went out to Canyon’s only sports bar to have dinner and more Shiner Bocks. Texas is fried catfish territory and I was happy. Corn breaded, fried catfish is one of my favorite fishes.

I’ve been coming to terms for the last five or so years of my life that I might be a hippy, not a dirty, pacholi wearing hippy, but a hippy just the same. If there is such a thing as an urban hippie, punk rock hippie or some other such thing, I think I wouldn’t mind accepting the description. Now, since driving through the southern US I am thinking that I might be a southern punk rock hippie. I only have to talk to someone with a southern drawl for a few minutes when my voice just falls into drawling seemingly all by itself. Why not? It’s much easier on your face and it sounds friendly and, I think, a little hypnotizing. Who doesn’t want the power to hypnotize.

We watched The Patriot Baltimore football game and were the last three at closing standing around the bar and television set with the rest of the employees yelling and groaning at the screen. I’m not a big fan of football, but this game was pretty exciting and even I was cheering and jumping. The undefeated Patriots were almost defeated. We were rooting for defeat.

Steve invited us back any time and epically to go bass fishing. He doesn’t know it, but I’m already planing a trip in my head to come back and do it. I’ve written about it before but the short form is, my brand of vegetarianism is that I won’t eat an animal that I wouldn’t kill myself. For me, this excludes everybody but fish and insects. I haven’t eaten any insects yet because, well, you know, insects. I would, but I don’t want to be that crazy lady eating crickets. I would kill a fish, but I haven’t had an opportunity to do so. There are not many places to fish in Las Vegas. As of right now in theory my morals are sound. But in actuality, I’m a hypocrite until I get all Ted Nugent on the fishes.

*edit: You wouldn’t know it by me typing and all but, we made it to Albuquerque and I am sleeping right now.

I’m coming up with a “this is so crazy it just might work” plan in my head. It involves a BMW touring motorcycle and a trailer.