If I were allowed a couple of crazy wishes, I'd ask the genie for a band like The Isotopes. I'd keep them in a hutch, next to the blue-and-white china and the crystal champagne flutes. I'd get them out like a marble chess set, whenever the urge hit me just right.

I remember reading about them a while ago and thinking, What? Go-go dancers? Pocket protectors? Now I say, "Go-go dancers and pocket protectors! What more can you ask for?"

The Isotopes were the perfect gang to, as a fellow Boulderfest After Hours attendee put it, "Pop the cherry" of Boulder's new B Side Lounge space, which is poised to make this hippest of hang-outs even hipper.

Meanwhile Meghan Taylor pulled moves that Tina Turner would approve of, but anyone who saw and scratched their heads about that City cover a couple of months ago was probably wondering what the hell happened to New York City.

Well, I'll tell you what happened: the hype of the big lights and the packed streets ain't nothin' compared to good, clean fun with your hometown hipsters. And Taylor is the hip-shakin' proof.