any goddamned one of you. i haven't had a road trip since cross country with Jamie in 1992? that kicked ass. cross country in 91 was less good, what with the deteriorating relationship and his drunken clown friends (whom i enjoyed, but not while they were driving, so i did a fuck of a lot of driving). hard core hash and the colorado mountain windies don't mix, though, beware.

Jamie, btw, was a super close female friend from college. "he" is now one of my best friends, but at the time he was the love of my life, and the slow failure of the relationship was a lump in my throat that didn't resolve itself into tears for way too long.

i've driven to colorado before.