Take a look at this handsome fellow. Ralph Lauren sunnies? Check. Banana Republic sweater? Check. Authentic Argentine alpaca scarf? Check check check.
Eight-year-old wrinkly pants with the hole in the knee? Check. Check, dammit. Aw, man...how did his wife not "lose" those in the move?
Oh, well. Not that it should matter anyway, because I think Brendon's always attractive.
And also because outfits are even less an issue when we're in Las Cruces. For some reason, the world takes on a different pace, attitude, and appearance in that little pocket of New Mexico. I love it. It's where we can go with the slightest regard for packing, because as long as we go with some super casual basic layers and a big ol' hunger for tons of green chile, we're ready. There's no second thought for what to wear.
Except for this time. Brendon's brother graduated with another handful of degrees & managed to do so with such honors that the university had to make a special robe for him. So now that I've gone on about how silly it is to painstakingly put together an outfit in my favorite little town, let me prove myself wrong. Look how awesome it was that Jay had a special outfit in this sea of graduates:
Um...can you find the guy with highest honors? Yeah, I thought so!
Anyway, special outfits were soon discarded and we moved past Jay's academic endeavors to enjoy his automotive ones. Specifically, the old 4-Runner he's been tinkering with this past year and a half.
We went for a drive, first on the paved roads and then out into the dirt and scrub of the desert. The truck was kinda dirty to begin with, but after a few minutes in the sun and wind we'd been through just as much dust as it apparently had.
Again, you don't get dressy when you go to the desert.
Scout ran around in the very back, Nancy and I took the "Prom Queen" seats, and the brothers took the front. Jay, a true lover of boxed wine, drove us past his favorite intersection:
What a fun ride. Just rolling around the hilly roads (and the bumpy semi-roads), commenting on the changes, and enjoying all the familiar stuff.
We even got to take in the view from the future Nate Francis Boulevard:
Wow. Time sure does march on. And we move right along with it...but somehow, the desert seems to just stay the same. Beautiful, quiet, and familiar.
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