Music for the Highway

Remember how I wrote a little letter to I-70, yesterday?

Well, apparently, I-70 is in cahoots with the universe.

Because this morning? On my way in to work? There was a ginormous accident on I-70. My normal 25 minute commute changed into an hour and five minutes.

Oh-ho, Mr. Thinks-He's-Funny I-70. Mess with me, will ya? I am going to work from home, one of these days. Oh yes I am. And then there's nothing you can do to stop me from getting to work on time! Ha ha. (Unless, of course, you're in cahoots with Mr.-I'm-So-Soft-Just-Turn-Off-the-Alarm-Already-and-Stay-Right-Here-Mattress. Then, I could be in trouble.) I'm counting on the fact that you haven't met.

Last night I had no problems, though. Last night I cruised the highway at some pretty top speeds because it was late and I was TIRED, when I finally headed home. It was totally worth it, though. I was late because I went to a concert at Red Rocks, which is pretty much the awesomest venue. Ever.

I don't care how bad the band is, it's still a fun time.

I did, however, learn how many of my friends are Scared Of Fun.

Oh yes.

See,The Funasaurus got sick. So I had an extra ticket to a Cheryl Crow/John Mayer concert at Red Rocks. Now, you may not be a fan of those artists, (I certainly don't own a CD by either of them) but I think it's practically impossible to hate either of them. And unless you are a deaf hermit living in a T.V.-less hut somewhere not-in-America, you've heard at least ONE of their songs. Whether you listened to a radio for even 30 seconds in the last five years, or walked into any mall, U.S.A., you've heard a Mayer or Crow song. So there was something you could sing along to. (Even, if say, you're tastes are usually more along these lines.)

I do realize that this was a very last minute invitation. But a free ticket? To a fun concert at an awesome venue on a gorgeous 60-degree-ish, clear, fall night? Who says no to that?

Well, let me tell you.

Every single one of my friends in the greater-Denver area. Either they were "working" (lame) or "too far away" (lamer) or "in yoga class" (WTF?!) or some other such excuse and NO ONE claimed the ticket. It went unused. So that meant extra elbow room for me.

But to all y'all whose "phones were not charged"? One word for you. WEAK.

Off for my second cup of coffee. And perhaps a trip to Target to buy Mr. Funasaurus some Echinacea, already. There will be no more missing of anything fun! I decree.

Princess Your Body is a Wonderland