Hard Rock

Am I really blogging from dinner at 5:30?
You bet I am.

The kids and I tagged along on Jason's business trip to Denver, and since he's working, we're keeping ourselves busy not working.

But since I'm not a total glutton for punishment, we're out for an early dinner (hopefully a set up for an early bedtime) at the loudest place around.

Hard Rock Cafe

(as you can tell from the flag in the mountain of nachos.)

And if Kyle feels the need to get up and dance, as he's doing now, perfectly acceptable.