We skipped thanksgiving dinner. All the invites this year were from vegan hipsters, and tofurkey sucks no matter how its prepared....so we drive to Santa Fe for a weekend road trip. We have two Ipods loaded up with music and audio podcasts of This American Life.

I have my Polaroid camera which I use to take pictures along the way: the taxidermy sign, the truck stop café, the dollar store, the jalapeño beef jerky. We get to the hotel around 3am and fall asleep right away.

We wake up late and you start to kiss my neck and breasts under the sheets. I reach to the floor and open my laptop. I start to play Band of Horses on Itunes as you slip off my Emily the Strange underwear. I can feel you getting hard in your American Apparel neon briefs when the maid walks in on us. We laugh and fuck until 4pm in the afternoon.