Good morning, fellow farmers! We have arrived in Santa Fe, because over 20 seasons we've now exhausted all the real cities and are bottom of the barreling it in New Mexico. But it's good news for Megan the Simple, who's "never been out of the country!" Oh, Megan. Here, I got these blocks for you. Anyway, we're staying at the picturesque Buffalo Thunder Casino, which looks like when Pier 1 went through their Southwest phase. Also, what the fucking fuck, Buffalo Thunder?
Buffalo Thunder has obviously never been to a casino, because alcoholic beverages on the casino floor is basically the RAISON FUCKING D'ETRE of casinoing. How the fuck you gonna keep car dealership finance managers playing $10 blackjack without watered down G&Ts?
Anyway. Solo date with Carly, the "cruise ship singer" who is about as sexy as Dora the Explorer. They go to some house and there's a transient camped out by the pool and instead of shooing her away with a broom they sit down to whatever the fuck this is:
I guess the T is silent probably. There's some sage burning and mystical shit and then it's time to GET FUCKING BUCK which sucks for Carly because she's "terrified of physical intimacy." Not a good look for the fantasy suite, Carly! There's some Conscious Disrobing like it's My First Porn Shoot and then breathing into each other's mouths and I hope nobody got the garlic schmear for breakfast.
The Night Portion is basically just champagne in a hotel room because ABC has given up on dinner. Oh, here's Carly's story. Her last BF wouldn't touch her! Wait, was he a "cruise ship singer" too? Because I may know why, Carly. Farmer nods a lot and thinks Carly is "cool and smart," which is how you might describe your second favorite sibling. Then some closed mouth kissing which probably feels like a Wesson oil orgy on ecstasy to Carly. Poor Carly.
Today's Group Date is whitewater rafting, which looks more like brownwater rafting to me. Too bad Jillian's not here to carry the boats downriver in her teeth! The first time water splashes into the raft Jade falls out and she has a "condition" where her "body goes into hypothermia at like normal temperatures it shouldn't." WebMD says this is definitely CANCER, Jade, so you are fucked.
The sun has set. Jade's "condition" has rendered her a vegetable who can only blink her lame attempts at flirting. BUT WAIT WHO'S THIS? Our favorite tequila receptacle, Jordan! She's somehow sobered up but not enough to put on makeup. She wants back in! HELL YEAH THERE'S BOOZE LEFT. Now J's drinking lemon water and not making any friends. After consulting with the chix, Farmer says nope to Jordan. You'll have to buy your own drinks now, Jordan. Also, Jordan claims to be 24? Not a fucking chance, sweetie.
Meanwhile Carly tells us that Sparkle Princess Britt hasn't been showering? Maybe that explains the dreadlog on her head.
Farmer comes to wake her up at 4:30 but she's wearing full makeup despite smelling like the 24 Hour Fitness on Van Ness. They're going hot air ballooning and Britt seems to have already forgotten her fear of heights, because sadly she doesn't freak out or have seizures. It's beautiful and magical and Britt wants "a hundred kids" so maybe's she's a chinchilla. Same size and build, anyway.
The Widow Kelsey has decided to tell her story! She reveals that she was married to Sanderson Poe, which was apparently a person and not a law firm, who died of heart something, maybe "congestive heart failure"? She can't really remember. The whole thing seems a little made up, actually. Maybe she's totally Gone Girling this. Oh wait, spoiler. She does actually say "Isn't my story amazing?" which is great because it's a good way to tell if someone is a psychopath.
Shit is getting fucking REAL now because Farmer's too emotional for the Cocktail Party and sends Chris Harrison in to tell the chix his mind is made up and we'll just go straight to the Rose Ceremony. For some inexplicable reason, this causes The Widow Kelsey to collapse in the hallway.
NEXT WEEK: We'll find out if "congestive heart failure" is contagious.