ROSWELL

Like the teen drama on UPN.

Just kidding.

So, yesterday morning, we awoke at the Rodeway Inn in Roswell. After a light breakfast, we headed out in search of iced coffee and pepper spray.

Yup. Pepper Spray.

Marcy's grandparents really wanted her to have pepper spray for the trip. They think hoards of men will attack us and we'll need it. As often as we have to beat of potential suitors with a stick.... we understood the full weight of this necessity. Not exactly, but Marcy's grandparents have been hounding her parents about it, and she hasn't felt like she's been able to call home until we got it. So the search began. This is where we wound up:

As you can see, hilarity ensued. I walked in to 5 or 6 hunter/gun salesmen and said, "I'd like your largest rifle please!" Marcy and I found this hilarious; however, when one works at a gun store, this is probably not an unusual request. So we began to tell them what we were really there for: Pepper Spray.

One of the guys picked up a little red box priced at $54.95 and told us it shot pepper spray out at 90MPH. A little aggressive. We asked for something a little cheaper. We were the only customers in the store and extremely entertaining to the Roswellians, so they began to ask us our story. A man behind the counter said he used to date a lady from Worcester. I said I knew her. He was surprised, until I said I was joking. Marcy told the gentlemen that we we in town for the night, and after she settled on a pink $12 Pepper Spray**, one of the guys offered to show us around town that evening. She responded, " Well, now that I've got pepper spray I feel totally fine about accepting invitations from strange men at gun stores." The men laughed. Then told us that we could take pictures with aliens around town, we could even buy our own blow-up aliens. Marcy's response, "Buy blow up dolls, check.". The men looked at each other. After realizing how hilarious Marcy is and that she was joking, they laughed. We left.

It seems not a lot of liberal northern girls go into gun stores in Roswell, NM.

So, after the gun store, it was time to alien hunt. We went to the International UFO Museum. We learned a lot about the 1947 crash. I'm a believer. The whole thing was sketchy. Google it. After that it was off to buying cheap alien souvenirs and exploring. We came across a kind pottery man that told us all about New Mexico and where we should head next. He suggested a ghost town, volcanoes, caverns. A lot to see here in Nuevo Mexico. We finished of the day with some Dairy Queen and an Italian dinner. Oh, and a little viewing of the classic "Blue Crush" before bed. Next episode, journey to Santa Fe.

Lots of love folks,

LOS

**I did not buy any pepper spray because I decided it was too tempting to spray it into my own face.