Then we shopped and ate at downtown Santa Fe. Even though we had great food at two really authentic restaurants (Alicia is part Hispanic from Las Vegas, New Mexico and she knows everything about Santa Fe), it wasn't my favorite day because we didn't work at all. Even so . . . Tommy, Brad, Sam, Scott, and Dominique all bought little girl pony socks and hats and they played jumprope in the parking lot. Hilarity ensued. As Kritika puts it, "It's hard to remember that we're out in public again."
After lunch we met up with 10 other groups at Santa Fe's Rape Crisis Center to listen to an all-female mariachi band. That was fun. We all made a powwow circle, dancing around Kate and her cast. Only problem: We can't smell the horsey smell anymore, therefore we can't tell if we stink. This has been a lot of sweaty, poopy worktime without showers.
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