we had a show cancelled in salt lake city, so we had the fine idea to drive straight through to denver to see my parents. fifteen hours later, we arrived, hugged my family (and grandpa max, our 15+ year old bichon, see top picture), and promptly passed out. next day we played in denver with not one, not two, but THREE reggae bands at a big venue. things broke, people thought we were weird, and my parents were there to witness the show in all its awkwardness. awesome. fortunately, the next night in colorado springs made up for it. got to hang out with old friends (from middle school!), ex-bandmates, and my brother. drove away well rested and with full stomachs, thanks to the Paulsen family.just outside of colorado, we were reminded of exactly where we were. thanks, america.
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