out in santa fe

So, went out last night with a co-worker. She's mid-twenties and from Santa Fe, so there's like two degrees or less of separation between her and everyone else in town in their early to mid-twenties. First we went to El Farol to hear Maryol play. Have you guys ever spotted Marilyn Monroe there on Maryol nights? She wears this blond wig and sunglasses and a miniskirt. She's like the most animated local celebrity stalker among us-you totally have to check her out. She was at the table down from Mr. Serial Killer-looking guy who was reading "Catcher in the Rye." I swear to God that I am not making this up. We suggested hooking the two of them up and forming a new dating service called "imperfectmatch.com."
So, Alex Maryol. Yes, he's hot, but enough is enough. It's like he's everywhere now. Who does the local marketing for this guy? And at the end of his set, the waitress took around a collection jar. I felt like I was in church. Maybe I don't know the first thing about the Santa Fe music scene but isn't there something a bit off about asking everyone in the bar to tip the "best of santa fe" guy? I mean, I get the whole starving musician thing but collection plates at a restaurant/bar? The last thing I want to feel when I'm gulping down my first Herradura Silver margarita of the night is guilt for not chipping in for the most popular musician in Santa Fe. But this is why I write anonymously.
So, from there we go to Dragon Room. We run into some of my friend's very boring, unanimated and highly connected Santa Fe acquaintences. You know the kind. The ones who think laughing at anything is for losers. They asked us if we wanted to follow along to Fernando's. I had never been to Fernando's. I didn't even know Fernando's existed. I almost asked WHO Fernando was, which would've totally blown my already tarnished cover (because I had already laughed in front of cool, tatoo artsy people). For those of you who also do not have the faintest clue, Fernando's is the "hidden" bar behind Pachanga. It is Santa Fe's attempt at fabricating, as closely as possible, the big city, chic hidden elite club-without the true elitist catalyst of denying people at the door. It's hysterical. But they've done a decent job, so you have to join in. The weird thing about Santa Fe (and I'm saying this as one who is still an outsider) is that most of the people in that bar have either already hooked up or know that theye eventually will and no one seems to mind double dipping into the highly environmentally-friendly (a.k.a. Recycled) dating pool.
Yes, in the final throws of the night we went to Atomic...for coffee...at 3am. How ridiculous one can be when you stay up past your bedtime. I love that British waiter that's always in there. He always looks at you like, "hello drunk people, please make this easy for me." But in a very non-critical, slightly amused way. It makes you feel everything's right with the world. But in a very anti-climactic, ignostic, tommorrow is going to suck kind of way.