Alien Land (part 1)

Roswell, New Mexico is definitely not filled with the brightest crayons in the box. Nevertheless, B.B. and I were going to take full advantage of our surroundings. Our first adventure was right at the entrance to the town. Townies and their beloved four legged friends were all there to greet us, mostly because the sign was in their front lawn. It also seemed as if the general population was completely fed up with the tourists that came in due to the popularity their lovely little town gained during the alien craze. After the visit to the alien museum, which I will be sharing a little later, we ended up at a little tricked out bar/restaurant called Farley’s III. While there we enjoyed our dinner and washed it down with a pitcher of ice-cold alien amber ale. Another cool thing they handed out at the bar were these little hand held quiz machines that were all networked together and played by whoever was seated at the bar. You would type in your name and the questions and scores were projected onto LCD monitors that surrounded the bar. One of our opponents at the bar was this out spoken lass that made fun of us at one point for being “Yankees.” One could tell after the first round of this game that B.B. and I had a aged Patron on our hands. After being completely dominated at trivia and empty pitcher in hand it was time to run away with our tails between our legs . We went to pay for our meals and the bartender came up to us and said he had lost our ticket, and that we didn’t have to pay. With no second thoughts B.B and I looked at each other and ran out and hit the road. Roswell gave us tons of conspiracies, weird characters and a free meal. Touché Roswell, Touché.