Travels with Chelsea: I am a 26 year old 18 year old, or the night I used a fake ID

Map Key

I had to use the different colors, because our incredibly direct line of travel intersected itself so often. For those of you wanting to figure out what order these all go in, here's the key.

1) Blue "Initial Westward Push": Springfield to Vegas
2) Red "Back Tracking East": Vegas to Albuquerque
3) Green "West Again!": Albuquerque to Santa Rosa to Joshua Tree (second time in Josh)
4) Purple "Gone North" (and back south): Joshua Tree (second time) to Portland, and back down to Yosemite

Where are we now? Yosemite!

Sunday, February 15, 2009

I am a 26 year old 18 year old, or the night I used a fake ID

Here is the story... because I feel it must be told.
Amanda has a friend in Denver who is a fantastic drummer, his name is Mike. Mike was playing at a local bar. The bar has an age limit of 21 to enter. I am 18 and therefore could not go. Since I could not accompany Amanda to the show, she began to look for other dates. After being turned down a few times, she asked our friends Evan and Alicia to accompany her. Alicia has a friend with an extra ID I could borrow. We look alike, enough, anyway. After hearing the line up of the concert, I wanted to go and was willing to use an alias. As we were preparing to leave, Amanda realized her ID was locked in her car which was located in Golden. We had two tricky entries now, Amanda with no ID and me with a fake one. It went smoothly, though. I was able to glide in with no hassle and Amanda was able to get Mike to vouch for her. Because I don't drink, there was no problem after entering and the next three and a half hours were filled with wonderful music - making it worth the risk of being turned away. Each band was phenomenal; it was easily the best show I had seen in some time. I was really glad to be able to attend. It is not something I would do again, necessarily, but it was a good first experience.

In other news, WE FILMED A DANCE TO FOOTLOOSE TODAY! Super!

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leather bound book

Chelsea:

since coming home, i have wanted to draw silhouettes of birds on everything - on walls, on journals, on benches... the freedom of flight and the ability to move on a whim has been trapped in my mind, making the taste of road trip well stuck in my mouth.
there is a time for everything and now, i feel, is the time to cross the grand road trip off my list of things to do. i want this trip to be air under my wings. i want to run and explore and read leather bound books while sitting in the sun. i will lay in the sand and dip my toes in the water, sleep under a tree and not shower. i want these things to be my choices and not just the habit of every day life.
i choose to have choices, i wish to make wishes, and i live to be alive.
instead of sitting around with the empty time i have, i want to be alive with joyful energy and a road trip is the perfect motivation to do just that.

last night pre-flight zero hour nine a.m.

Amanda:

OK, it's not the last night, or even 9am, but I am a rocket man. Rock it man.

Anywho, for me this trip, and this blog, starts with a break-up with my super long-term boyfriend (my apologies to those finding out this way), which I won't be writing much about here, but that's what this trip starts with for me, because before the break-up, I had a plan. And now, there's just white space. This whiteness--this gap--it's emptiness, but I'm starting to see that it's also openness, and what happened to fall into this first gap is a spontaneous road-trip with my friend, Chelsea.

My goals for the trip include lots of writing, and reading, and thinking, not the least of which concerns what the heck I'm going to do with my life. I also want to break out of the mold on this trip, which will require climbing to be something other than the main thing. There will still be climbing, but the plan is for it to be at least the 2nd most important aspect. We'll see how that goes.

Instead of climbing, we intend to be "road-tripping," by which I mean we will stop and see things along the way, and take our time. You know, see important cultural sights, like giant balls of yarn and the sort.

Travels with Chelsea

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