[Dottore]

My Farmington story:

Wife and I fly into Alberquerque from Zurich (via Chicago) a few years ago. I'm taking new wife to see the Grand Canyon, and we end up in Farmington for the night in our rented car.

We slide into a bar near the motel for a few drinks, and find it packed to the rafters with people dressed in bizarre costumes—and realize it's Halloween night. Few tequilas and a couple of dances later we get hauled up on to the stage by a guy with a microphone and it turns out...

...wait for it...

...we had been voted the winners of the evenings costume contest for our "Eurotrash" look.

We tried to decline on the basis that we hadn't even tried—and always looked like that—but the organizers wouldn't hear of it.