Damn we're good looking -- apparently that's not enough. Maybe we just peaked out early, and literally. What compares to a romance sparked at 12,000 feet in the Rockies, drunk as shit on cheap Bourbon, immersed in the 100 plus degree waters of a natural spring, and surrounded by naked hippies with great bodies? No really, tell me...that wasn't rhetorial. Fucking beat it. (Oh and thank you to A. Kamp for loaning me the title to your award winning blog.) Molson always made it clear that she preffered A Year in Pictures over Which Echoes.