So what do I do with my parents in the biggest town in western Colorado? Well, we go downtown to the Cinco de Mayo festival of course! And what a festival it was! We walked by a half dozen tents, the most interesting one selling kettle corn. You round the corner and to find another half dozen food stands. All with a live recorded band playing festive mariachi tunes. We grabbed a bite but not before my mom pretended to see Truman's penis in the tub. At least, I think its Truman.
We to the monument second and drove Mountain rd all the way to Fruita. My mom kept freaking out at the sight of the canyon drop not 10 feet from the side of the road. But when we stopped the sights were amazing!
Second show tonight!! Getting better with every show. Parents were in the front row. I have a line where I directly ask someone in the audience "What year is it?" That person for this show was my mother. Her answer "1964?" What? My dad chimed in with the correct answer "2012." During the "Heart and Soul" number we invite someone to come to the stage to play the piano with me and of course Frankie picked my mum. I could hear her sniffling as she approached me in anticipation of playing together. Then I started getting sentimental. Dang it! I cant sing when Im crying! All in all, a much better show for myself.
Also someone pooped outside out dressing room. Perhaps they didn't like the show. Or maybe it was just Cinco de Mayo tequila shits.
Until tomorrow!
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