Bluegrass Weekend

Last Friday, after sucking down a few Sawtooth Ales ($2 a pint!!!) at the Groggy Dog in Nederland (quite possibly my future home), Brett and I headed to the dirt road town of Gold Hill. This place was awesome! It is home to the Gold Hill Inn where Spring Creek was playing that night. They were a really good band, and we got a chance to say hello and shake hands with them all. It was pretty cool. We had a couple more drinks, talked to some nice ladies from Denver, and then headed out. Upon reaching Brett's apartment, we drove separately to the nearest Waffle House, which was probably 20 miles away in the direction of my apartment. I finished off an All-Star breakfast in about 5 minutes. We paid and went our separate ways, only to rejoin the following night downtown near the Filmore. We saw The Wayword Sons at a bar called Dulcinea's. We got to meet the lead guitarist/singer, and they put on another good show. We were there with Brett's coworker Patrick, his wife Natalie, and his friend Dav-o. Around 1:30AM, we piled into Patrick's car, and they dropped me at the train stop. I rode home, and listened to the new Modest Mouse and Travis albums. It was a different sort of weekend, but it was good. This weekend, it's whitewater rafting!