An evening with SLC

I've always loved the old, creepy swimming area of the seedy motel next to Red Iguana.  A few years ago, after a few margaritas, I snuck in, stripped down to my underwear, and jumped into the pool as B.J. stood at the ledge shaking his head.  Something I might not concieve of doing this day.

Blinded by the light.

 I have unplaced nostalgia looking at that RCA sign.

I'm like a country girl in the city everytime I go downtown now.  Taken by the little things like ginormous buildings.

Gateway.

Mr. Sexton.

Part of his jam band.

I think I like my iPhone camera better than the Canon.

We splurged and bought the natural onesie for Zoebot. :)