HometowningWritten by hootenannie on April 6th, 2011
Hello? (Helloooo?) ((Helloooooooo?))
Is anyone still here?
If you’re wondering if the iPhone swallowed me, the answer is NO COMMENT.
I spent the weekend in my hometown of Montrose, Colorado. I went over for a dentist appointment, since Dan Clader, D.D.S., is my longest term relationship to date (22 years). After last summer’s debacle of ten cavities, I am happy to report that my complicated teeth are holding steady. Zero cavities, no crowns necessary, keep on keeping on, and I just might keep my own teeth for a few more years.
While I was in Montrose, my friends Cyrus and Peder had a show lined up at a Mexican restaurant-slash-lounge, and asked if I would be the opening act.
LOOK AT THESE GUYS.
They know that I say this in complete love: they are dirty Montrose at its finest. How could I resist them?
Peder and I bonded over our turquoise accessories – although his being an authentic bolo tie, it was a little bit more ridiculously awesome than my tame Banana Republic flair. I played 5 songs, and my dear friend Laura sang with me – more on her later this week. I saw some people that I hadn’t seen in over 10 years. It made me love Montrose even more than I already did.
You want to know what made me love Montrose EVEN more than that?
The fire dancer.
Oh yes. Peder plays with the cutest, quirkiest band Cowboy & Indian, and during their set, through the windows behind the band, a Montrose man was feeling the spirit – and set batons aflame.
Hazardous? Bizarre? Amazing? Yes, yes, and yes.
Just another night in Montrose, and just another day in my life.