Remember how I’d give you the skinny on Tim and my date nights?….Then it was like that whole idea fell off the sharp side of the planet? WELL. That’s not entirely what happened. Technically. Because I’m
lazy pregnant and because my blog has been (and still is) broken, I’ve had these pictures sitting on the desktop just waiting to be posted. Tim and I are the kind of people who hate having a ton of files spread all over the desktop, so you can imagine how the anal part of our personalities cringe every time we sat down at the computer and saw FILES. STREWN. ABOUT. EVERYWHERE.
So, today? Pictures for you!
Instead of narrating every. single. one. I’m just going to say all what happened in one long, run-on sentence: These pictures are back from the weekend (however long ago it was…late July) when we went to a concert at Red Rocks (yay!) to see Train, Maroon Five and Gavin DeGraw (ok, we never saw Train because we had to leave early because apparently smoking is allowed and no one follows the “where you can smoke” rules and obviously smoke = bad mojo for the pregnant chick). (Ok. so much for the run-on sentence…). Red Rocks was fantastic, though, and you can see the entire city of Denver in the background…like its own little entity.
Funny story: while we were standing in line to get into the amphitheater we were behind a dude from somewhere overseas (Europe-ish?) and these two Asian girls who kept giggling like everything he said was THE FUNNIEST THING EVER. At some point, he started showing them a picture on his phone all, “Lion King? You know?”
And the girls were looking at each other and then back at him all, “Huh?”
So, he changed his tactic and was all, “King Léon? You know?” And then he pointed to the phone again and started singing Hakuna Matta (100% true story).
That – the “King Léon” – must have triggered some kind of lightbulb because the two girls start giggling in absolute fits. This, however, made Tim and I start laughing for no reason other than people were hysterically laughing and how can you not join in?
The dude, astute as he is, notices us laughing and turns around to show us the picture. King Léon, no? And it so WAS.
(Ok. ONE narrated picture)
Doesn’t that big rock in the background of the parking lot look JUST like the one from the Lion King when Simba is held up for the kingdom to see…all “The ciiiiircle of liiife!”
Maybe you had to be there…
Anyhow, after the Lion King…err…King Léon, the rest of the concert was fantastic. Except for the smoking part. And the parts where no one really has an assigned seat so people keep cramming in and squishing you closer and closer together. Tim and I never really had that issue, we seemed to look mean enough to deter anyone from trying to sit between us, but a poor, young couple in front of us? MISERY. They kept getting their space eaten up by one couple after another. The last one was a lesbian twosome who preceded to grind on each other during every song. Not that I have anything against lesbians…but regardless of who was doing the dancing, it was slightly….how shall we say…inappropriate…their dance moves…but then again, the older couple next to Tim and I were dancing like they were still in high school, so…..to each their own. Still, the poor young couple literally had maybe one butt-cheeks-worth of space to sit on after these two chicks came and squished themselves in and the poor young couple kept glaring at them all, “WE WERE HERE FIRST.”
And they were. Just not aggressive enough to maintain position.
Now, Red Rocks. In pictures.
Also during our Red Rocks weekend, Tim and I took a mini road trip to a place in Colorado called Devil’s Head. It’s a short, but tough, hike to the top of a mountain where there is one of the few remaining (working?) fire towers in the area. We took a very scenic drive to get there – minus the part where we had to drive on a bumpy dirt road for ten too many miles. Our navigation system (correction: MY navigation system) kept trying to take us on these backcountry dirt roads that looked more appropriate for four wheelers.
We don’t roll that way. Not in my car, anyway. My car is a chicken hybrid who doesn’t understand “off roading.”
Our drive…and visit…to Devil’s Head (with the pups!)
(by the way, this is where Maddie and Lexi chickened out. There were still two more flights of stairs to climb before you actually got to the fire tower, so Tim went first and I waited with the two…then he came back and took them down while I went to the top)