"You're tall, but worth the climb"

Apparently it's common knowledge that young women alone in cars should never pick up hitch hikers. NEVER! The problem with this is that sometimes the person walking on the side of the road looks like they need help, or they walk towards your car when you are at a stop sign, or you have some other moment of weakness and end up with a stranger in your car. This is NOT recommended, however, on the occasion that it does happen you are very likely to get a great story out of it.

Two summers ago I was driving home, there was an older man at the stop sign where I was turning (insert moment of weakness) and the next thing I know I was offering him a ride. Naturally I ask him where he's going and where he's coming from. He had left New York at the wee small hours of the morning and gotten on a flight to Ohio, then changed planes to Denver. He had grabbed a bus from DIA to Denver, gotten a ride to Golden, walked to the Stop sign and needed to get to Red Rocks. He on his way to a Phish concert...he was getting there 3 days early to help set up. Anyways as were passing by the Hot Tub cabins he begins to comment on my height. The monologue commences with, "If anyone tells you, You're tall but worth the climb, don't go with them...I said that to one of my ex-wives once...ah but she was worth the climb..." At just about that point I decided it was time to get him out of my car and take a sneaky way home so he'd never follow me or find me ever EVER again!!!!!

Moral....DON'T PICK UP OLD MEN HITCH HIKERS!!!!!!

Scotsman clad in kilt....

There's an old song "the Scotsman Song" which has been sung by Bryan Bowers, a folk singer in the Pacific Northwest, for many years. I learned this great piece of music at the age of 7 and have been singing it in churches taverns around the world since. Last week to my joy Bryan Bowers was having a house concert here in this lovely city I reside in. Naturally, I had to go, I've been listening to his music since I was born... which gives somewhat of a clue to his age. So my roommate and I decided to go to this concert, at someone's house, we show up and we are the youngest people there by at least 20 years. But the music was great and Bryan Bowers is a wonderful story teller on top of it, I wish I was that good at telling stories. After the first set the musicians took a break and there were snacks and CDs for sale. Being in such close proximity to this musical legend was thrilling, my sister and I were almost certain he was dead (like Shel Silverstein). The conversation transpired:
Me: Hello sir, I'm Deloris* and I'm so excited to hear you tonight! I've been singing "The Three Wet Pigs" since I learned to talk! It is such a pleasure to see you in person.
Bryan: Oh, it's a pleasure meeting you, that's funny I often have parents tell me they have raised kids on my music but it's rare that one of the kids comes to tell me that.

About 10 minutes later
A person comes up behind me...really close behind me, I move to get out of the way
Bryan: oh no I want to say this quietly...So it's really funny that you listened to me growing up because it's usually the parents telling me about their kids and not actually the kids and now you come up and I have this tall, beautiful, young, blond filly standing in front of me and I find my self lusting after you...

He might have said more but I wasn't really paying attention, I was caught on "I find myself lusting after you" HE'S 77! ALMOST 3 TIMES MY AGE!!!!!!!!!! and he told me he was LUSTING AFTER me! Totes creepy! I don't think I'll ever listen to his music the same way again! EVER!!!!!

*My name is not actually Deloris, but if I was a 77 year old woman looking for a harpsichordist to lust over me it would be.

Important Background

I feel that before I can go any further in these stories some background knowledge should be built. The first and most important thing to understand is that I am 6'1 and have been that height since the end of 7th grade. Apparently I look "mature" for my age...which is a nice way for people to tell me that I look old! I'm 21 (and often get mistaken as 30, but it's my personal belief that anyone who believes I could be in my 30's is absolutely crazy and needs to be reeducated on the connection of people and their age. I grew up in the beautiful state of Colorado where the sun shines 300 days out of the year. I am now residing on the Eastern side of Washington state and it's lovely except there's no sunshine our mountains. I love to cook and bake and host parties where I can cook or bake for other people and make them happy! I contra dance (an awesome old folk dance similar to the dancing in "Pride and Prejudice" but faster and way more fun!) I enjoy Country music, Jazz, Bluegrass, Show-tunes, and old time folk music.

For now I think that's all of the important information that anyone would need to know about me.