If you haven't tried it on the rocks, you really ought put it on your bucket list. A concert at Red Rocks amphitheater is amazing. Sheryl Crow bellowed in her silver glitter jacket as the stars tinkled above. A thunderstorm lurked over south Denver illuminating a bat flying overhead. The city sprawled out in a grid of lights under the high prairie clouds that hearken back to a time of tepees and horses. As we stood on the 59th row, the music filled our souls. There is room to dance to the grooves in the stadium slab seating making one glad to not be suffering from vertigo. Yet, it is freeing to not have a crowded seat back looming in front of your jamming knees. New grooves and ol' favorites, we sang along. Sheryl is a true musician of voice, guitar, piano, and even harmonica. This evening was a wonderful experience to share with my Moonlight Mama Maureen. The encore brought tears to my eyes...I will believe. And then we laughed as we energetically climbed into the car zipped down the mountain road. Two Midnight Mamas who love to groove. Thanks Mo.
PS Our legs are already a bit sore. We parked out on the road for an easy exit. We hiked up the incline and then hundreds of steps to row 33. Wait, where are the restrooms? Yep, at the bottom by the stage. So down we go and then back up three steps to every row. And then down again. Oh, and yes, implants get very hard when they are cold. Maureen said, "Maybe we should see if there is an elevator." I replied, "Yes, I could claim my heavy breasts as a handicap."
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