Re: Week One of an Eight Week Tour: Weekday 5.0.

It's amazing how time slows down once you step outside New York City. I've been in Colorado for less than a week and it already feels like months. I'm not saying I'm bored, I'm saying there is no hustle nor bustle, I suppose.

I get up at 8am for reasons I can't explain. I drink too much coffee. I listen to music. I read Gawker, the Times online, dlisted and friends' blogs as I sit on the porch in boxers, a sweatshirt, wool knee socks and a ski hat (perhaps this could be my new uniform?). In the afternoons I run around the lake, as I've decided that maybe I can run the NYC Marathon next year...a silly goal for a silly girl, I guess.

I'm not a runner. I've run before: my roommate Julie and I, in college would go for runs sometimes, then sit on the bleachers, smoke cigarettes and catcall the douchy lacrosse players. It should be noted we ran in pajamas bottoms and band t-shirts, then we'd hit up the Tin Palace for beer...still in our pajamas, but it was New Hampshire so pajamas were acceptable for bars there.

By the time evening rolls around, I'm exhausted from so much relaxing. I've done some research to see what Denver venues my favorite bands might be hitting up, and have found only one spot that seems to cater to the indie rock. In my research I also discovered, much to my delight, that they have marijuana dispensaries on almost every block in Denver. Granted, you need a medical marijuana card to indulge, but anyone, and I mean anyone, can sell the goods. I've never had a green thumb...I have a hard time keeping cactus alive, but I'm thinking if I can't find a job doing my usual gig, I could try my hand at growing the weed and see how that works out for me...at least it's something to consider.

I decided to write about my father for Pomegranate Seeds...might explain a bit about me...the quirk factor, at least...

xo.Mandy.