Traffic and hills and construction and crap

Friday's drive from Denver to somewhere west sucked. 

Before that, I got to catch up with ol' buddy James -- and, briefly, with Joel and Jason. We were like a J crew. But not like that. Whatever. Anyway. 

James is doing stuff with mapquest. He gave me a tshirt. 

I also went to Second Spin records to add nonsense to our road trip cd selection. And, due to issues with the new cash register, they gave me a tshirt for free. It only would have cost $1.50, but still. That's two tshirts. 

Among the tunes I picked up were CDs by Counting Crows, Springsteen, Tanya Donelly, They Might Be Giants, the Bangles, Gin Blossoms and Britney Spears. It's Britney, bitches. 

Andrew had a work thing. Ended around 4. We took off. Hit rush hour. Hit lots of big hills; apparently there's a big mountain range near Denver. Hit construction. Finally reached whatevertown, Utah around12:30 a.m.  The drive sucked. But it was the only bad one thus far, so we're doing ok. 

The music of the drive:

Richard Thompson

Warren Zevon

Soul Asylum

Johnny Cash

Black 47

Ace of Bass

Steve Earle

Gin blossoms

Oh, also...

Danish fist

Floy

Sulphur

Silt

Mystery light

Goblin valley

Rabbit valley 

Black dragon

Ghost rock

Lone tree

Salt wash

Most of those are places or things we passed. You are welcome. 

Oh, UConn was playing at BYU that night. We weren't close to Provo, but I got to watch some at a rest stop. Tight game for three quarters, anyway.