Mr. Jones and me...

An obvious title for the post, I know, but I just had to do it...you'll see why in a minute. At the behest of my dear friend Dr. (aka "Amy") Canida I have decided to join the 21st century and blog. That is to say, I will blog tonight and probably forget to blog again for the foreseeable future...or I'll become completely obsessed with listening to myself write and do it every day until someone stops me! (Btw I tried to upload the live performance of Mr. Jones but to no avail. Sad face).

In the not-so-distant-past I had the pleasure of meeting the Crows...this is short-hand for what we in-the-know call the Counting Crows. The Crows were nice, old men who happen to put on one heck of a live show. I suppose mid to late 40s isn't all THAT old but compared to me it's pretty ancient. That being said, I found myself lusting after Adam whilst he performed...some sort of rockstar voodoo spell he put on me I guess (or I was horny and drunk/high from second-hand pot smoke?)...no no it must surely be the first reason I gave. It was somewhat disconcerting because, honestly, he's not my type and by that I mean the dreds totes disgust me. How does one keep dreds clean? Do dreds smell? How often is one supposed to change ones dreds? Perhaps sans dreds he might be a decent looking guy? Having to tell him this clearly broke his heart. As you can see in the picture the sexual tension is palpable. Me with my stunningly beautiful hair, sun-kissed skin, UCO t-shirt and bug-eye sunglasses; him with his dreds. A match made in heaven for sure. I had to play it cool and not ask them if they knew Justin or Britney because I thought I might get stoned by the other "fans" in attendance.

It's really a wonder I made it to the soundcheck/meet-and-greet on account of my friend Kim is a crazy ass driver, even in a late-model Mitsubishi! Girlfriend should definitely not be allowed to drive on city streets. The Mitsubishi, whom we lovingly named Marva Jo after an old lady I met in the Denver airport while waiting for my luggage, had very little get-up-and-go. Despite this, Kim managed to "punch it" more often than not leaving me clutching the seat and double checking the tightness of my seatbelt. Kim insisted she was a good driver and it'd been years since she'd even gotten a ticket. I think she was lying. To make matters worse the venue for the concert was in a lovely mountainous setting complete with red rock formations and winding roads with steep drop-offs. Poor Marva Jo and I were at the mercy of a madwoman so we turned up the music and tried to think happy thoughts.

The rest of the trip was fairly uneventful, although I do love Denver and the State of Colorado as a whole. The weather was lovely, the people are nice and the scenery is always gorgeous. Add in a few super-tacky souvenir shops and you've got the perfect city! Oh and some french food from a french restaurant in DIA. Yep, that's the first place I thought of for delish melted brie and fresh fruit. Trust.