Ask me what to do in Las Cruces

So Emily and I are sitting here trying to figure out what to do in Las Cruces. Using the best of our research skills (thank you NAU), we tried to compile a list of what there is to do in this town. Frustrated, we went and ran errands for my cousin Allie yesterday. Then we rented a movie (they do have the ultimate standby of a boring town -- not only a Blockbuster but a Hollywood Video), and, needless to say, watched it, for lack of anything better to do. As an aside, check out LA Story. It's a good flick.

This morning we woke up ready to tackle the task at hand, and find something to do here. Only, once again, we were perplexed. We went to not one, but two other towns. We drove an hour and change to Cloudcroft, thinking maybe we'd meet our friend Michelle there, but she was busy figuring out solar thermodynamics or something, so we drove around town a bit, found a place to relieve ourselves, and headed back on down the highway. In the opposite direction of the way we came, mind you, because the day was still young and there was clearly nothing to do in Las Cruces. We drove kinda up over a little mountain pass (to Las Cruces' credit, it's only a couple hours away from some bona fide mountains. It was good to get a little alpine air in my lungs) and followed the road to Ruidoso. We bummed around there until we figured out a good place to eat (Ruidoso, a little speck on the map of a mountain town, has PLENTY to do, by the way...trouble is...unless you're from there, you have to go through Las Cruces, and I-10). Regretfully, we came back down to Las Cruces, passed their unbelievably DUMB mountains --

Hold it a minute. I would imagine, and hope, that none of you are familiar with these astoundingly stupid mountains. Let me pause for a moment to describe their utter stupidity. They are kinda tallish, nothing special, with a whole lot of really intimidating rock on them. Some genius decided to dub them the Organ Mountains, because they look like a pipe organ, I'm told. However, the only way I can see that they would resemble a pipe organ is if a pipe organ resembled them, meaning the organ had been hit by a train or two and crapped on.

-- and came back into town. We passed a lot of nothing. Well, not nothing. A lot of gas stations and alfalfa and space museums and stuff; so there would be plenty to do if we were gas station attendents or in need of lots of gas, or if we were alfalfa farmers or just really loved alfalfa, or if we were really interested in SPACE. We've spent the last half an hour trying to find stuff to do in Las Cruces on the web, to no avail. Apparently, there is stuff to do in towns like Morenci and Silver City, and Ruidoso, naturally, appeared on the atlas. Las Cruces isn't anywhere on it. Not even any mention of it on Rand McNally's destination atlas. One web site purported that there was a "Destination Las Cruces," although upon further inspection, all there is here is alfalfa and space museums. Go figure.

Anyway, don't come here, unless it's to visit Emily.