Wednesday, May 30, 2012

I've been going to Red Rocks for shows every summer since I was a kid. The first few shows were very much of my parents' choosing and included people like Jewel and Sheryl Crow. My first actual show was The White Stripes in August of 2005. I've seen Tom Petty, Oasis, Death Cab, Incubus, Cake, The Decemberists, Counting Crows, Iron & Wine, Modest Mouse, The National, The Black Keys, My Morning Jacket, Band of Horses, Justice, TV on the Radio, Flight of the Concords, Foo Fighters, Sigur Rós, The Avett Brothers, and probably about five other bands I'm forgetting at that venue. Red Rocks concert season is one of my favorite things in the entire world. 

My current Red Rocks season started with The Shins last night. As always, we got there super early to get good seats. Ate hot wings and drank whiskey in line.

We were front row center.

Blind Pilot and The Head & The Heart opened and they were both great.

We ran into two guys we've been at the front of the line with before, but this time we got to talking and it turns out one of the guys and I know all the same people since we're both doing English PhDs. 
Westword took a photo of us.

Then The Shins played! The combination of that music, Red Rocks, our new friends, and summer air made for the most wonderful night I've had yet this summer.

Monday, May 28, 2012

I am going to four Red Rocks shows this summer. These three:
And Justice in August.

The Shins play tomorrow, Bon Iver Thursday, and Wilco plays the day before my birthday. Colorado & Red Rocks & music & summer.
I feel the busiest ever even though I have no job and no commitments. I've been running around Littleton, Denver, Boulder like a crazy person seeing people I love and doing silly things. It's been wonderful. I even decorated the garage floor with these flowers. Ok not really.

1. I'm redoing my childhood room at my parents' house. It hasn't been changed since the house was first built 20 years ago. When it's finished, I'll show before and after photos, but let's just say it's time for me to grow up and create an adult space to occupy when I occasionally come home to Littleton to visit. I went to Colorado's brand new IKEA to find furniture. Just a desk, a nightstand, a small dresser, and a couple lamps. The walls are going to be gray. I can't wait until it's all set up. It's the last room in the house to be redone, so now it won't feel so incongruous.

2. One of my oldest friends and I spent last Monday doing art, just like we used to do when we took all the same art classes at Littleton High School. We never listened, we always did whatever we wanted, and it was awesome. He draws things. I glue shit to other shit. Here's both of us:
And here's a close up of the items I found in my basement and glued together:

3. I moved to Boulder. I live in a tiny attic with wood floors a block away from downtown Pearl Street. I have a bed, a chair, my books, my bike, my yoga mat, my clothes, and some cooking related items. I hung my college posters on the wall. I sleep with the windows open. I read next to them during the day and look out onto the garden courtyard below. I go to yoga almost every day. I wander. I make popsicles. I giggle at a lot of random little things. I even got to have a hilarious adventure with R last night that involved day drinking, Boulder Bookstore, Centro, and random Pearl Street friend making. This is all I wanted.

4. All the green that is this Colorado May. And all the places I've been driving to see everyone.
Denver:

Littleton:
Boulder:

Limbo:

5. I finally watched Firefly and was so in love that I watched Serenity. But now I'm done with both and I've moved on to Twin Peaks. I hate when shows I love are over. But the Firefly, Twin Peaks, Wind-Up Bird Chronicle thing going on in my life right now is a pretty interesting combination.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

When I was 21, I went to Buenos Aires alone. And the very first thing that happened when I got there was that I met a beautiful girl on the hostel balcony. It was 11am and she was still drunk from the night before and she asked me if I was happy. I said, Yes, I'm in Buenos Aires, how could I not be happy? And she said in broken English, No, no, I mean, are you happy? And I knew instantly that she would be one of the most important people in my life. We've probably only ever spent 7 whole days together, but I feel closer to her than I feel to almost anyone else. We will always be in love, no matter what the distance. And today is her 23rd birthday. I've spent her last two birthdays with her. But this year I have to wait till July to see her again.
I am currently living in Denver where I am house sitting for a friend mere blocks away from my favorite restaurant and from the coffee house I spent most of my teenage years frequenting. So far, I've found these things:


But I also went home today to clean out my childhood room at my parents' house. Here's an abridged list of the things I found there:

  • a collection of poker chips from casinos all over the western United States
  • two pregnancy tests
  • my ex boyfriend's empty bottle of Lacoste cologne
  • every head band ever made
  • way too many unrequited love poems that I wrote about someone who is still in my life, which is a little embarrassing
  • my baby book
  • letters my parents sent me at summer camp
  • swim team ribbons
  • a pin from the very first opening day at Coors Field
  • printed out IM conversations between my cousin and me from when we were 14ish
  • money from like a billion different countries
  • chocolate from Rome that had actually turned to dust
  • dust
  • all sorts of bitchy stickers that I clearly bought from Hot Topic when I was 13

Then my mom and I went shopping for flowers, like we do every year. The store organizes their pots by color, which is pretty much exactly how my brain looks on the inside.

I move to Boulder on Tuesday.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

This is where I live:

This is where my best friends live:
It's the same place. Except now they're moving. They're moving even closer to my house, but we had to say goodbye to this beautiful backyard yesterday. So we drank whiskey and watched the sun set on the mountains that connect our two neighborhoods. And even though that backyard will always exist, it won't exist in the same way. And frankly that's just terrible. So it goes.

Oh and this is Denver. I used to live here. I moved into this apartment building when I was 18. Got a job at the restaurant in the building. Spent 8 insane months there, then quit my job, moved up the street four blocks, and never looked back. Well, you know, not really. Except for taking this photo today I guess.

And this happened on 16th Street today. Denver is my ex boyfriend.