Beau had some friends in from St. Louis last week. The three of them hit lots of touristy destinations including Buffalo Bill's grave, Estes Park, Rocky Mountain National Park (5 ft. of snow at the top!), and panning for gold in the foothills.
But the main reason they came was the Peter Gabriel concert at Red Rocks. If you've never seen a show there, you must. It's the best concert venue on earth.
It's fun to be there for someone's first Red Rocks show (especially when it's a performer's first show).
So I volunteered (was volunteered) to be the designated driver.
We got there early and parked at the top of the amphitheater. The good part about parking at the top is that you can avoid the heart-/lung-exploding experience of climbing the two billion stairs from the lower parking lots.
The bad part about parking there is that it takes forever to get out after the concert. There's no point in even turning the key in the ignition. So, after the show, I didn't. It was a pleasant, cool night, so we rolled down the windows and sat.
About 45 minutes later, I heard a drunken whine from the back seat:
This caaaaaar hasn't moooooooved one inch!!!
Sigh. Honey, that's what happens when the car's not running and half of the occupants are outside, leaning against the car! ;)
Oh well. On the plus side, my internal mantra of pleasedon'tpukeinmycar, pleasedon'tpukeinmycar, pleasedon'tpukeinmycar totally worked!!
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