No Matter Where I Go...

So, I'm in Vail. In between the hours I'm staking out Lindsay Vonn's house, my quartet is playing in schools and performing. So, today the woman who hired us took us to lunch at this really great little Italian restaurant in Avon. We sat there waiting for the restaurant to open (yep, it was a bit early) and who should pull up but the Domino's Pizza guy. We thought for a second that he was lost, but no. He was delivering a pizza. To the Italian restaurant. Oh, the sweet irony.