Drinking and walking

The Smay met this guy at The Spot on Saturday who she invited back to her after party. The Smay, being the hopeless romantic she is, told the guy she would not give him her number because it was pointless. After a couple of days of mulling over her reaction to this dudes affection towards her, she has changed her mind and would like to give Ryan (the dude) her number. That being said The Smay, Katie and I returned to the scene of the crime last night in hopes that Ryan may somehow have nothing better to do with his Tuesday evening and be holding down a bar stool at the Spot. No such luck. We still had fun. We did meet some memebers of a band named Blue Million Miles.

As we were walking home we noticed a police officer paying very close attention to what appeared to be an abandoned house. Since we all had a couple beers and were feeling friendly we decided to investigate what was going on. This is when we met officer Mike. Apparently the house on the southwest corner of Bayaud and Emerson is an ex-meth lab. That’s neat! Anywho, Officer Mike was like Mr. friendly cop. He is the full time night time cop in our hood (the Speer neighborhood, that is.) We bombarded Officer Mike with questions like, can we really carry an ounce of weed around? and, can I get in trouble jogging at Washington Park after 11pm. He was more than happy to participate in "get drunk and ask the cop questions." We also had officer Mike run all our licenses to see if we had any outstanding warrants. We are all clean, score! Officer Mike says our neighborhood is very safe. It's nice to hear a cop say that. The next time the cops get called on one of The Smay's after parties we're going to hope its officer Mike and invite him up.

Judy Benet is heading east.

Judy Benet just text me to tell me that she has accepted a job offer in the D.C. area. Congrats JB. We will miss you, but now I have a place to rock out in D.C.

Which reminds me... I needs to call Mindy. I miss Mindy. Mindy was one of my favorite neighbors who moved to D.C. about 3 months ago.


These two will be rocking out in D.C. together.

It's never to late to blog about....

Burger's birthday bash on Saturday. I sort of didn’t plan on participating, but then The Smay called and said they were all heading to Spot. Spot is such an easy five minute walk, so I thought why don't I don my favorite shorts and head over for a couple. I decided a mini of vodka, on the walk over, was a good half assed attempt at catching up with the rest of the party. The crowd was quite healthy at our little neighborhood watering hole. I think I had 3 or 4 Blue Moons before they kicked us out. The after party was, of course, at The Smay's. For some dumb ass reason I decided that Bailey's and milk sounded good. It was not a pretty Sunday for me.

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I don't know why, but every time I see this I think of Ruth.

Caution: You will find yourself sinning this all the time.

Sebastian

Preston's dog Sebastian passed away last night. Rest in peace Sebastian.

My point exactly.

I have been saying this for years. Sure, the airlines are to blame more than anything else for their fall to shame this century, but why can't they seem to get a foot hold on the profit margin? When it comes right down to it airline passengers want a cheap ticket over anything else. period. There is no loyalty or very little and that’s only because your company has a contract with a certain carrier. As much as I admire Southwest Airlines they really are the cancer of the U.S. aviation industry. They started out of a small airport in Texas and just grew and grew (like cancer.) Now, the “Southwest effect” is killing off the other airlines. Maybe this is just capitalism at its finniest.

The 20 year old post & playing THE game.

I don't really date. I think dating is annoying. It's awkward. I am always anxious wondering if the end of the date will result in a visit to the bedroom. I'm a dude, what can I say? After all, I am a very happy single person. What is with this “other half” bull shit anyways? I left my other half in Minnesota when I lost 80 pounds. I don't want that half back for Christ sake. Or, maybe, I am missing a half. I enjoy doing things half assed. Maybe if I found my "other half" I would do things whole assed.

Anyways, I met this dude. I won't say where because it’s too cliché. He seems to have his shit together which is like such a turn on. He has three jobs, a mortgage, a nice car and plans for the future. He is 5'11, in good shape and has really, really beautiful eyes. So far so good, right... yeah, he's 20! You’re appalled? How do you think I feel? What the flying f*** am I doing with a 20 year old. The little shit can't even drink. Oh and what's worse... I think (or thought) I really like him. Now for the good news... we're playing the game. I won't call him because I'm not sure he's that into me, and he's not calling me. He keeps sending me emails telling me he wants to see me. blah blah blah, that’s not a good sign. I have a feeling that before the end of August his name will be on my tombstone of fancied gents.

Boeing 787

Here it is. It's pirrty.

Denver's TV claim to fame.

While enjoying some late dinner at Pete's Kitchen... Angi, Chad, Jeff and I started chatting about Dynasty, and how much they actually filmed in Denver. It was decided that pretty much the intro was about it. About 7 seconds in there is a great shot of Capital Hill. You can almost see my old place at 1236 Pearl St.

3 day weekend.

Well, I was supposed to be in New York right now visiting Flower head, but I could not get on a flight to New York and the flights back to Denver looked worse. So, here I am stuck with a 3 day weekend in Denver. Gay! I took a really nice bike ride yesterday evening down to Littleton (aka Littlefun) via the Platte River Trail and back up via Clarkson St.

Daniel and I had some beers at the Wrangler then enjoyed some fat girl pizza at Famous Pizza on Broadway. Apparently, there is a difference in the quality of pizza between the Broadway store and the Colfax store. Go to the Broadway store. After out slice Daniel took me to the Barker Lounge. I had never been in there before. The place looks like gay pop culture barfed on it. ew.

Daniel and I have decided that the gays are out of touch with modern design. It seems to me that (at least in Denver) gay bar = tacky. I'm bored with the gay bars up in here.

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