feivel goes west

we took off early on sunday morning. i believe i had just eaten my first shit meal on the road consisting of a sausage biscuit w/ cheese from mcdonald's....














i shared the backseat (of a minicooper!) with this little gassy, snortin' dreamboat. she was definitely the most comfortable.



















as mentioned, we made a not so quick detour in carthage, mo to check out this fucking crazy town. it really made me happy and after enough begging from me, and hyped up signs on the highway, we made it. next time i'm going into that fucking pony of a museum.



















we spent one night only at one of the sketchiest and crappiest Holiday Inns in none other than amarillo, tx. here's colin, always with the computer within reach. i mean, i guess it is his job.














and then it was off to santa fe! look at the nature behind me.














here is what soon was known as Jennifer's Room at ten thousand waves. ya know, the spa. the one where i didn't get any "work" done, but i sure did work on a photo shoot with that black and white roly poly.














but before our creepy dog show begins, here's 2 views from the deck of our room














pretty, right?














wait for it...wait for it...














don't fuck with belle. she's punk rock. she's inked up.














that says Rising Moon.



















here's marie at brunch on our first morning in santa fe. this place we went to? the servers were kinda hot and young. it was my favorite spot.














i either could look at marie, or this. both were pleasing.














we met up with lee who was visiting with her friend from salt lake. her friend jo is some kind of freak. she RAN 15 miles every day. in the mountains. without carrying water. and it was just for fun and to relax. riiiiiiiiiiight. so that's partial lee under the zele sign where i had a delicious smoothie.














look real close. this woman chose an unfortch brown on brown on brown outfit.














i told colin to Give Me Sexy.














here's the area that i kept on affectionately referring to as simply, Town. it was pretty sweet minus the grunge-o whites who had a circle of nonsense going on














in Town, there are all these local vendors selling their new mexican fare i.e. a shit ton of turquoise jewelry, indian inspired jewels (ya know, spearheads and shit), silver and more. i didn't find anything. and this picture isn't that great. luckily, i'm not a photographer for anything but myself.














here's st. francis cathedral. adobe.














kateri tekakwitha, patron saint of cankles. i kinda loved her.



















colin! pose like a tourist with his man purse!














adobe. (pronounced "uh-doe-bay") repeat after me, adobe.




























here's full on lee with some kind of pastries in hand.














we were already at 9000 feet above the level of the sea. we needed to go 1000 more to properly view the joy. the joy of mountains!














the only form of nature i can get behind. fucking awesome.














sidenote: on the ride up, we got stopped by some kind of law enforcer who had us pull over and wait for a motorcade to come down the mountain road. that's right, they were shooting a new john travolta film so about 5 minutes later, sure as shit, here comes the motorcade and who's leading the pack, shit eating grin on a motorcycle with a bandana on? your favorite scientologist. no pics though...

colin enjoys pretty too! that outfit was so well matched, it puts me and my garanimal lovin ways to shame.














those trees were kinda awesome.














see what i'm talkin bout?














and it was time for me to shovel my ass back into my little hole in the mini. check out that puss' pillow.





























why don't you guys have the minivan?














next up. san diego.

food intake - saint louis to san diego

while it may seem like a ridonkulous amount of food was eaten, please keep in mind that this was a 7 day affair. and really, it's more ridonkulous to post what i ate but on the real, we ate like fucking bulimics. the best part is that i forgot to take a few memorable food items i.e. carl's jr. (fucking hardees) and a few choice buddies in new mexico...

let's just push through this shall we?

here are some leftover hush puppies from meal #1 in somewhere, missouri. wanna know something weird? i had never had captain d's before. not the worst, but fuck.














2nd to last day in new mexico we went to this awesome place Chicago Dog Express. i opted to not get the chicago dog (pickle, celery salt, etc) and got this lovely motherfucker instead. seriously. green chiles on everything = awesomeness sqared. add some melted shredded cheddar and you've got my immediate attention. plus - served with fritos! that orange cream soda was no fucking joke either. i almost drizzled outta my underoos. i heart hot dogs.














last day in new mexico. we went to this cafe,called Cafe Pasquals. dude. chorizo breakfast burrito with none other than green chiles covering it. monterey jack cheese too. oh, also up? potatoes. and green onion. and more love than some hold in their penises. just typin.














what else would i get on the side? come on!














marie held it down polenta style














and then we were off to san diego. we made a stop at freakin KFC. don't hate.














so for our first morning in san diego, we had brunch at this place called mission with marie's bro, his girlfriend and joel. this french toast kinda changed my life. berry compotes are the new syrup.










we had lunch on the pier at the ocean. don't ask me what pier please. all i know for certain that these grilled mahi mahi tacos were fucking scrumptious. there is something very special about a bean in a shell too, not gonna lie.














i don't like oysters, nor do i ever want to promote them, but look at how huge these fried fuckers were that marie ate. they looked good but oysters aren't good to me.














not just any ol' burger, at this bar we met joel at, this burger was orgasmic. something about that bun you guys, something in the way the bun looked at me.














on my 2nd day in san diego day we had a late start. we went to this place called - i THINK - hash house a go go. i opted to not get brunch and had a BBBLT, minus the T. it was fucking huge and i almost felt bad for the pig. but not enough to not eat as much as i could of that sandwich.














2nd to last day. mexican was in order. at el indio, shit is authentic and delicious. this chicken taco smothered in guacamole was just what the doctor ordered. see marie's chicken enchilada in the background? that shit was on point too. totally cheap and totally delish.














my last dinner in san diego was spent feasting on my favorite. thanks bronx pizza!














just when you think we were full....we went to la jolla on my last day there as i had to get a prezzie for my dad's birthday, some quick stop items for some friends and a $45 eyebrow waxing at anastasia salon... we had lunch at this place where "wood oven" was maybe in the title (i suck). what i'm confident about was that these parmesan encrusted artichokes that we had as an appetizer were fucking dead on.














marie and i shared lunch. we had a greek salad and some spinach fettucine noodles with grilled chicken, red & green peppers in a tequila lime cream sauce. on point.















and marie's little girl cleavage as a bonus for making it through all of this.