I’m back from my road trip/vacation/camping trip/concert/wedding extravaganza. OK well i just old you eveything I did but if you want some more details read below (times are approximate).

Wednesday
9:00 AM - I Wake up and immediately go to the managers office for my mail.
9:40 AM - Call my brother just to make sure that we will be leaving later than originally planned because a road trip should never start on time.
10:00 AM - We are on the road.
10:05 AM - Two blocks from my house we are simultaneously almost hit by a bus and run over a dude in a wheelchair crossing the street. Luckily, because of the skills of our driver we all survive.
1:30 PM - We arrive at the only cafe/gas station/tourist trap/headshop in southern Colorado. I get a bacon blue cheese burger. My brother and I soon start trying figure out what the best kind of beef stick is.
1:45 PM - I finish reading Dan Clowes Eightball #22 (a perfect road trip gift) and fall asleep.
5:00 PM - We arrive at the Silverpick Lodge, unload the car and go into meet the bride and groom.
5:10 PM - After meeting the families, it soon becomes apparent that there is some awkwardness as to whom is going to be sleeping where. Luckily I’m on the outside of this situation but can’t help but feel involved in the tension.
6:00 PM - While sitting around catching up with each other we discover a small book on the coffee table. We open up the book directly to this graphic image and realize the place that were staying in is haunted. This scares the shit out of my brother’s girlfriend but thrills me.
8:00 PM - We head down to The Olde Schoolhouse Cafe. Family dynamics create some more awkwardness as the two families are not that familiar with each other and some have never met. A ton of pizza and beer and laughs (see, it is the magic combo) seem to wipe away any sort of tension or awkwardness created earlier in the evening.
10:45 PM - We go back to the Silverpick and begin pretending we are delivering items to separate families condos when we are really we’re just prowling around for drinks and getting into trouble.
11:00 PM - We go back to the place that it was finally decided we were going to stay. We fix more vodka sprites and take a seat at the coffee table and catch up on old times. We also play a game of bullshit that was eventually given up on when we realized the game is actually a bunch of bullshit.

Thursday
10:00 AM - I wake up with sweaters on my teeth. The bride’s mother fixes us a (traditional?) Louisiana style breakfast consisting of toast with tabasco jelly, grits, and boundin (which was particularly good).
11:45 AM - After stopping by the liquor store and grocery store we are all packed up and head out to Telluride.
1:30 PM - We pass both Sleeping Ute Mountain and a camel on the way.
3:30 PM - We take a gondola into the concert. I go into town in order to make a phone call and collect supplies for the WSP show.
4:00 PM - I get to the WSP show and find my group of friends, we boogey down and groove in hard for the next five hours and half and 30+ songs.
10:00 PM - We leave the show and crash Beth’s place raiding her booze, fridge, patio and couches on an induced frenzy.
??:?? AM - We leave Beth’s and go to another girls where we are invited to set up our tents and crash out. The town looks incredible from the height of the Gondola at night. I’m in no shape to set up a tent in the middle of the night and end up falling asleep behind her couch.

Friday
9:00 AM - Everyone gets up, unable to wipe the thick cobwebs from inside their head. We jump in our cars and drive back to Durango. Once in the car I fall asleep immediately.
12:00 PM - We arrive in Durango and go to the Skinney’s Grill where I purchase some very unsatisfying Thai Tacos.
2:00 PM - We head back to the Silverpick. Soon all the wedding guests start arriving and the partying again ensues.
2:00 PM - The remainder of the evening is spent setting up for the wedding, drinking beer, playing guitar, eating pizza, and meeting new people.
7:00 PM - Those involved in the wedding go to rehearsal and rehearsal dinner where apparently everyone cried during the toasts and the brides father puked into his wine glass.

Saturday
9:30 AM - I sleep in again, realizing that I will probably never catch up on the sleep debt incurred over this weekend.
10:00 AM - We all begin getting dressed up for the wedding and putting together last minute details.
12:00 PM - The wedding was beautiful. It was held outdoors in an aspen grove. Friends provided all the music and readings and prayer. The weather held up real well and the ceremony went off without a hitch.
12:45 PM - The reception was really nice too. The spread was good and there was an open bar providing all the champagne I could drink. Yesterday I somehow got volunteered to DJ the reception party which probably wasn’t such a good idea.
5:00 PM - We send off the bride and groom in the limo and then proceed back to our places to party it up for the rest of the night. The remainder of the evening was spent in utter debauchery. Lots of drinking, playing music, playing games, hot tubbing, running around, smoking, losing clothes and shoes, jumping on beds, and general mayhem. It was a total time.

Sunday
8:30 AM - Most of us get up pretty early to either help pick up the aftermath of the night before or simply flee the scene. A few of the condos are pretty trashed but nothing major is broken and everyone seems to have survived the night though some are pretty sick.
10:30 - We find our lost belongings, most of them anyway, and pack up the car for our 6 hour hungover drive back to Denver.
11:00 - We stop for lunch at Oscar’s in Durango - a great locals restaurant that serves real milkshakes and has a large electric train that circles the diner.
7:30 PM - I arrive back in Denver, do all my unpacking and spend the remainder of the evening laying on the couch recovering.