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I'm a winner!

Last week, I was driving along listening to Click 98.9 (yes, I admit it: I like the same music as my 12 year-old daughter. I also like classier things, but I am not above grooving to a Maroon 5 or Coldplay song) when the DJ asked, "do you want to go see Dave Matthews Band at the Gorge?" "Why yes," I thought, "I do." Do you know what? I was caller number 20. This is something that has never before happened to me, and came as some surprise, which probably explains why I sounded befuddled and falsely enthusiastic when she replayed my, "wow, great!" on the radio five minutes later.

Mr. Puddle Run and I are going to the Gorge next weekend, then, to see DMB and the Avett Brothers and some jazzy other opening band whose 3-minute YouTube video failed to impress. I am prepared for an absolutely spectacular evening.

If you've never been to the Gorge Ampitheatre in George, Washington, know this: it is MARVELOUS. A mini-Grand Canyon-esque venue, it is worth the drive as much for the setting as for the music. I can't wait for Mr. PR to see the venue, which I first experienced in 1999 (Thanks, Bob Dylan and Paul Simon).

I am a winner, and though I am not particularly superstitious I did enter two additional contests, the same day, to win horse trailers. Might as well hope for a lucky streak.

M

By Daniel from Calgary, Canada
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  1. AnonymousAugust 29, 2012 at 10:41 AM

    Congrats! Great work, I live in the PNW and so many people are headed to the George you two are going to have great time!!!

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