it's a red -letter day.
today is the day we drove to denver to see andrew bird and devotchka.
some said we were foolish; mother nature is a fearsome force to be reckoned with.
who were we to challenge her?
but we were smiled upon and here i present to you a record of our success.
despite what others might have you believe, we took only calculated and reasonable risks. we gave ourselves 14 hours to do a 7.5 hour drive. in order to do this we started early.
here we are venturing into the cold at 5am:
and here we are shivering out there in the dark:
and here we are, piled into the back of t.r.'s car:
as instructed (888.wyo.road), we expected "dry pavements" for most of our way through wyoming.
roads weren't bad at all, in fact, proving all the nay-sayers wrong.
we made ourselves comfortable, grateful that t.r. was driving, and enjoyed the scenery.
the mundane scenery of wyoming:
we listened to andrew bird.
first weather systems, then mysterious production of eggs. then joey pulled out the bowl of fire:
ren's a bit of an andrew bird novice so we gave her an introductory briefing.
then, just to be fair, we enjoyed a little devotchka(!) and i promptly fell asleep.
i awoke to joey and jeni arguing about the validity of such shows as what not to wear and split ends. rennie passed out the rolls and cheese and we discussed the most likely places to steal mustard.
the back seat was a little cramped so we got out to stretch our legs and play a short round of chinese fire-drill meets musical chairs. you might say i lost.
cramped quarters and road trip food:
in good time we made it into denver, recognize the famous skyline?
we headed directly to the d.a.m., having been informed that it was free.
aren't we artistic?
we saw the sights of denver, well those that we could get to, and decided to dump our stuff and meet our hosts.
so we headed down to aurora.
here's a look at the treacherous, blizzard-beset roads:
we had to park a couple of blocks away and walk in, but it gave me a chance to demonstrate the usefulness of my new pink snow boots:
the funks entertained us until it was time to head over to the "historic" venue.
andrew bird is, as it were, a gem.
andrew bird can make the very absolute worst day of your life happy and worthwhile.
devotchka ain't bad either. (plus, we decided, much more condusive to understandable dancing.)
here we are rocking out at the show:
we decided against another night out and headed home in the early afternoon.
the ride home was slightly more onerous (the way home always is) but we made the best of it by sleeping most of the way.