So I’m posting this on my phone from a Queen cover band concert in Vail. I got Spacebees sickness and I feel like shit. Having bronchial problems at 8000 feet ain’t my idea of a splendiferous vacation, but I’m trying to make the best of it. Got myself a new cowboy hat and I’ve been on top of a mountain. On the downside I think I broke my fancy-pants camera; it still takes pictures but it sounds like the world is ending when I do it.
Yesterday we had Family Fun Day at the local park, and now my shoulder is killing me from throwing frisbees and softballs around.
I suppose the one thing I can say about this joint is that I’ve had really good ice cream and fish tacos (not at the same time).
On the other hand, this is where truly rich motherfuckers go to flaunt their wealth, which is kinda disgusting. The summer crowd is a bit less pretentious than the winter one (I hear) which kinda makes me wonder: at what point do long-haired trust fund punks cause a singularity that implodes all of Colorado to a point one perfectly coiffed hair wide?