Denver, oh, Denver.

****I need to just preface this entry by saying that in November 2007 I ran a half marathon, and this past weekend I was sweating more than I did when I ran 13 miles.*****

Just how many times do you have to hit the porta-potty when you drink five, 20 oz waters; one 22 oz beer; one delicious 16 oz strawberry lemonade and one 16 oz pina colada? The answer is once. I know. I”m as shocked as you are. That just tells you how much I was sweating during the 100-degree music festival in Denver. One hundred degrees; who would’ve thought it’d be that hot in Denver.

Overall the concert was great and I’m anxious to see the lineup for next year so I can start planning for it. I got to see several bands for a second (and third) time, and several for the very first time. I was a little sad that Jason Mraz only played songs off his newest album, but most of my complaining during that set went to the scorching sun that was beating down on me. I seriously felt like I was in an oven. Sure it was only 101, but still! My lovely boyfriend reminded me that he’s been out in the middle east where it usually reaches 115 during the day, and that he has to wear his long-sleeved flight suit all day everyday. That may put things into perspective for me, but it sure didn’t make me cool off any faster! Thank goodness it was MUCH cooler at the festival yesterday than on Saturday.

I am coming home with my skin slightly pink – despite slathering on sunscreen every chance I could – and a new T-shirt. I bought a shirt that has a peace sign scribbled in the middle of the shirt with “Back By Popular Demand” underneath. I like it.

Not only do I like it, but I planned to wear it on my flight home today. Let me just tell you that wearing this shirt has helped me remain a much calmer Jessica.

Have you ever heard of the line Bugs Bunny says:”should have made a left toin at Albukoykee”? Well. We made a wrong left turn in Denver and instead of making it to the airport in time for my flight, I missed it by about 15 minutes.

I remembered the shirt I was wearing, so I tried incredibly hard not to be upset with anyone. Plus, when things go differently as planned you usually can’t do anything about it except to try to go with the flow. It’s not like they could hold the plane for me, so I just had to move on and change my flight. Which I did, which is why I have time to blog right now. Luckily I did bring some work with me and I just about finished one of my assignments, so I’ll start the next one once my coffee kicks in.

This weekend taught me things I that I already knew, but just needed a reminder of it. I do not like my life/plans in the hands of others. I like to be the one in charge. If I miss something I want it to be because of me, not somebody else; I’d rather blame myself.

Take this weekend, for example. I missed one of the performers I specifically bought the tickets for, and had I just done what I wanted to do, I may not have missed it. That’s not to say I don’t appreciate it when someone does me a favor, it’s just that I’d rather do it on my own.

Now that this weekend is out of the way I want to try really hard to focus on work and relaxing. Since Kenny’s been gone my stress levels have been way high. I also feel like several of my friendships are falling to the wayside, which is very unfortunate. I just set up a manicure and pedicure for Saturday. I’ve been waiting for six months for this and I think next weekend will be the perfect time. (Kenny gave me a gift certificate to one of the best spas in town for my birthday back in January, so I finally get to use it!!!).

Not being able to talk to him consistently is getting harder by the day. He’s usually able to send me a pretty lengthy email everyday. (HA! AS I typed that I got one from him!!!!). Still, it’s not the same as hearing his voice everyday, or being able to tell him what’s going on as it happens. Deployments SUCK!!!!!

Ok. I need to get off this ridiculously uncomfy chair I’m sitting on at the airport.

I’m totally getting a Bloody Mary on the plane.

One Comment

  1. Moral of the story: Take a cab…and don’t book such an early flight THE MORNING AFTER A MAJOR EVENT THAT WE DON’T GET OUT OF UNTIL 12:30 a.m.

    *Also, if you divide up how many bands we made it to (10) and add the one we wanted to see, but missed (1), and take $185 (for the cost of the ticket), divided by 11, you are really only out $16 (roughly). If you take the total amount of concerts and divide that number, each performance totals $3.85. Just a thought.

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