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Help. I Think I'm a Rockstar.

Musings of a former rockstar-in-the-making who sold out to The Man and now collects regular paychecks in corporate America and gets to eat more frequently. Views on music, travel, culture, relaxation, politics, toys, and other general bullshit.



Hola de Colorado...
Sunday, April 6, 2008



That's my view from a bistro table at Lefty's Mile High Grille in the miserable fabulous Denver airport. Despite my hatred of this damned place preference for flying through any airport except this particular wretched hell-hole airport, it seems I am cursed destined for repeated delayed layovers here.

In an effort to bring myself an added dose of good karma, you'll note that I removed all negative verbiage from the previous paragraph, as it is not the Denver airport's fault that it causes me such grief. It is, after all, the dharma of an American airport to make my travel as challenging as possible. So here I sit for the next four hours.

And I'm content enough, I suppose. At least my AT&T wireless card is happily trucking along. And I have a steady supply of Diet Coke. And hopefully something on the menu will offer sustenance with something less than a full week's worth of recommended calorie intake.

Happy Sunday. I'll hit ya back from San Fran.

Currently in Denver, Colorado
Currently listening to alot of background noise.

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posted by Dustin @ 11:26 AM,




2 Comments:

At April 7, 2008 at 1:39 PM, Blogger Stick said...

you say you miss my commments...let's see you post this..

I hear there is a cruisy restroom at Terminal A...if you want to be like Larry Craig.

 
At April 8, 2008 at 6:46 PM, Blogger Dustin said...

Stick, my darling, I do not censor comments. And I avoid Terminal A and toilet tap-dancing at all cost.

 

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