Note: this post was delayed posting a few days for no reason other than the fact that i forgot to publish it.
so i think that i experienced the most coincidental set of events in a single weekend ever last weekend when a friend and i road-tripped up through new mexico and into the durango/silverton region of colorado.
1/ cross canadian ragweed; c created a mix cd for me two months ago with one of thier songs on it; i was listening to that exact song on the way to pick up c driving to durango; we just happened to pick a restaurant (Ore House) Friday night in durango for which we have to wait 30 minutes. While waiting, the place right next to it has Cross Canadian Ragweed playing for 20 bucks. Its rock-country, the kind of stuff that they play on country stations. The dude reminds me of Skynard, and the show was extremely good except for the oklahoma people in the crowd.
2/ Jeep tour. My phone number is the same as thiers. The only difference is the area code. Duu duu duuuuh.
3/ Mesa Verde: Nothing coincidental. Hiking was fun and ruins. Petroglyphs were amazing and well worth the three mile hike (as no strollers or canes could make it up some of the sandrock stairs carved into the cliff you had to trek).
4/ Lost Dog. Nothing there, except for a $15 100% agave tequila shot that tasted like turpentine.
5/ Rafting down the Animas river with the same company as the jeep tour. Nothing special unless you count the fact that the guide told me i could jump in to swim/wade during a wide shallow part and its pretty deep. i do a graceful launching flail dive off the prow of the raft and land in 3 feet of 45 degree water (Farenheit). if it wasnt for my ninja like reflexes and whale like blubber around my midrif, i would’ve broken my neck or gotten hypothermia.
6/ Van ride to Silverton from Durango. C went to a small catholic high school in the ABQ. it turns out that the now local snowburnout driver went to the same high school and graduated 2 years after she did. they talked and tried to figure out mutual people and it turns out that some guy who the driver played water polo with in HS (who we met at shellbacks one night from CS Northridge) taped the guy upside down from a tree when he was a freshman. “dick.” was what he said about him.
7/ There is no coincidence in Silverton. There is almost nothing there. The only cool thing is that there used to be underground tunnels from the nicer hotels to the brothels so that wives couldn’t see thier husbands partake in thier local whores. Although, when it started raining I left my sunglasses on the bar and we ran to the train station. When I couldnt even remember the name of the bar, I had to mathematically deduce the name from its memorized location and a brochure hotel listing. I spoke with the manager of the lost and found, gave them my cali address, so hopefully I won’t lose those sunglasses again.(1)
(1): they did send the sunglasses with a note “if you want to pay for postage, you can send some money to the return address on this box.” maybe open up the brothel tunnels and i will.