Colorado 

Dear Fans of the Blog,
I am sorry.  I am sorry that I let you down, yet again and failed to blog overseas.  More than once.
- Lera

Buon Giorno!  I'm in my home state, Colorado!  Rad.  Adam came all the way from Utah and the Knutsons were there, and my family and the Ebel's and it was Suzanne's birthday, and and and my brother had too much to drink and I'm sure today he has buyers remorse for spending like, over $100 on things he probably could have stollen out of our van.  I'm saying... I would have trusted him with the keys.
Lera has altitude sickness, jet lag, allergies and womanly times happening right now, so she's a blast.  Flat tire on E470.  Our first one.  Got it by running over a Browning shotgun choke. It was a real treat trying to figure out how to get the tire off the bottom of van... it was a mess.  Good thing Jeremy showed up and saved us from what would have been certain lateness.
Ricky came too!  All the way from Florida.
Every time I visit Colorado I wonder why I ever moved away.  What?  So that I could ultimately meet Lera and have to ride around in a van with her while she steals my Advil and tells me to stop playing my Indian flute that I bought at Heritage Square?  Hindsight = 20/20.
So many good things.  Anyways, I'm sort of busy.  I'm going to go try to find Bama McCall's grandson and hang out with him, because yes... I'm on tour with him.  And they say sequels are never as good as the original...

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BOOM!

And now... it never happened.
I hope he gets the job.

2 Comments

  • The Aforementioned Adam

    The Aforementioned Adam

    Woohoo, I'm famous. See, you three all made a big deal last night about how far I drove to see you, but how far are you driving, flying, walking, dragging, flat-tiring, travel-itinerary-burning (WTF? I fell into a burning ring of paper?) and complete-stranger-employment-referring yourselves back and forth across the country the next couple months? Least I could do was meet you part way. Thanks for the music. See you again soon, I do hope.
    Woohoo, I'm famous. See, you three all made a big deal last night about how far I drove to see you, but how far are you driving, flying, walking, dragging, flat-tiring, travel-itinerary-burning (WTF? I fell into a burning ring of paper?) and complete-stranger-employment-referring yourselves back and forth across the country the next couple months? Least I could do was meet you part way. Thanks for the music. See you again soon, I do hope.
  • Lyn Moye

    Lyn Moye

    Well, I wish I had been a fly on the van to have seen this miraculous tire changing extravaganza!! Glad you guys had some help. Wills, yes I am sad...:(. You have forgotten my postcards because you're so famous.....snap out of it!!! Still waiting for a sweet postcard from my favs....See you in West Hampton soon
    Well, I wish I had been a fly on the van to have seen this miraculous tire changing extravaganza!! Glad you guys had some help. Wills, yes I am sad...frown. You have forgotten my postcards because you're so famous.....snap out of it!!!
    Still waiting for a sweet postcard from my favs....See you in West Hampton soon