For Stoops and Stephen's 30th birthday, Stephen came down to visit us from Las Vegas! This gave us an excellent opportunity to explore the Santa Fe nightlife (or lack thereof)
The night began with scotch at home (because real men drink scotch!)
As we left the house, there was a beautiful sunset over the Railyard!
What was not so beautiful was the bathroom at the Matador, a punk bar near the plaza. Trigger warning for poop.
Ewww! Poop!
We left the Matador, and wandered around the Plaza area, which was popping! There was a guy with a guitar (whose face I failed to get in the picture) who played happy birthday for the guys. People here are so friendly that some yelled their birthday wishes from their cars!
Between a rock concert and a bunch of sweet old cars, the Plaza felt like a sockhop in the 1950s. However, because old people go to bed really early, and Santa Fe is full of old people, the plaza was empty by 9:30pm.
We finished the night at the Second Street Brewery in the Railyard, just behind our apartment.
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