Rocky mountain high
Greetings from beautiful Denver! And I do mean beautiful; they have these really big hills here they call mountains! I like them. It’s been an action packed day here with Kay and Nigel but luckily, we started our day with caffeine so it was OK. It wasn’t just caffeine, it was a whole caffeine factory. You may not know this but they make Celestial Seasonings tea right near here in Boulder, CO and the factory was started by hippies in 1969. I learned this on the tour. Now, even The Man can drink it. Groovy.
You weren’t allowed to take pictures on the tour but I knew that the power of J-Ball to spread tea love around the world would have persuaded the flower children to let me, so I did. Here’s some tea going down the assembly line. Don’t tell anyone that this is how they do it!
It was like double entendre heaven! Because Kay and I are twelve, we teeheeheed all over the place at this sign.
And this one. The hairnet is because we were all required to wear hairnets. So the next time you have a cup of Red Zinger without a hair in it, you can thank me.
We were still twelve in the gift shop.
But, if you are older than twelve, you may remember the show Mork and Mindy, the second most famous thing about Boulder. I had to see the house where they filmed the exterior shots. Oooh. Aaah. Nanu nanu.
Afterwards, we shopped and I bought too many souvenirs. This is Kay’s fault. She is a terrible, terrible enabler. Later, when she’s asleep, I plan to switch her regular tea with Sleepytime.
Lastly, we went to watch the VP debates with lots of other Obama people at a Mexican place where fresh-faced volunteers kept coming over and interrupting my beerdrinking by asking me to pitch in. It’s a long commute from New York, though, so I had to decline. Nigel told me that I had a horrified look on my face most of the time. But it was a good crowd and did I mention? I was drinking beer.
Tomorrow, most of the rest of my team arrives and Sarpon and I get to play Bert and Ernie at our hotel. I’m the one with the round orange head. Too much Red Zinger.
