We're at the Ogden Theater, a smallish place that was added after our other shows in the area quickly sold out.
After soundcheck, Mauro, Doug, Tracy, Ames and I bike over to 17th Street to get something to eat. We end up at Marczyk, a gourmet deli where they are barbecuing meat and fish out on the sidewalk.
Others in the band and crew join us and we buy some wine, salads, tortillas, etc., and take over a picnic table on the sidewalk. It turns out the owner read the lyrics of "This Must Be The Place" to his fiancé as a proposal for marriage. He recognizes us and offers us a desert thrown together from fresh peaches, mint, blueberries and cream. We all have the feeling that we're pretty blessed and we're living the good life.
The audience later is incredible. All ages. The room is packed, hot, smoky and, since we're now a mile above sea level, I have to watch my dancing during the show — over-exertion can leave me out of breath. I am exhausted by the end, but it's all downhill from here.
