Are we out of control?

The fastest growing group in our population are the people that can't deal... with life. Have you noticed this? Maybe I notice because on a daily basis, at work, I deal with hundreds (sometimes thousands) of people. The general public has been completely ridiculous for years, but the trend is worsening. Everyday, I see poeple that have a meltdown over the simplist things. I had a customer tell me yesterday that if her family couldn’t all sit together she was going to throw a tantrum. They were in seats 17A&B and 18A&B. Really? A tantrum? The flight was going to San Diego. That's 2 hours and you will all be sitting within 3 feet of each other. This is not good enough? I see people act this way everyday. People are getting more and more unrealistic. I remember when it was rare to have a freak customer like this tantrum threatening women. Now, it happens daily if not multiple times daily. The anxiety level at the airport has never been higher. I mean that. People were not even this anxious right after 9/11. People are out of control.

I see it in my friends too. This week alone two friends of mine confessed that they are taking medication for anxiety. Can you imagine what this world is going to be like when the population is double of that today. You want to talk about anxiety? You haven't seen nothing yet. I have anxiety. Don't we all? Do I need to be on meds for my anxiety? I have always thought that that feeling was natural. The situations where I feel anxious are the situations that I think I should feel anxious. I wonder what the world would be like if everyone was on zoloft, just for one day. Is it getting harder for people to deal with life? Is this uniquely American? I think our lives are all too complex, too fast, too scheduled. I think we all need to stop and breathe. Just STOP! now BREATHE. Everything is going to be OK.

All gayed out!

I went to my very first gay pride ever today. Lots of gay. Lots of pride. I met up with Michael and Bailey at the entrance of Cheeseman Park at 8:45am to watch the parade. Jeff, Matt, Daniel and Jamie joined us shortly after the parade started. The parade was quite entertaining. It was a freak show of sorts, for sure. The highlight was the Whole Foods float which was giving away those green reusable grocery bags. Score! Unfortunately, every fag in town will now have one. After the parade we disbanded and Jeff and I followed the parade down Colfax Ave. We rode right along with the floats. Colfax was packed. It was kind of cool being in the parade. After our stint in gay paradeom we headed to Snooze for some grub. Snooze rocks! After snooze we headed down to civic center to check out the gay festivities. It was like a flea market with homosexuals. We ran into Daniel and Jamie at the port-o-potties. Now, I am off to work.

Under the (hot as hell) weather

I'm sick. boo.

So, this is what I did last night.

While I was somewhere between dehydrated and sick of hills on my 30 mile bike ride yesterday, Michael called to tell me that Tish had an extra (complementary) ticket for a concert at Red Rocks. I love me some Red Rocks. So, naturally I was like who is playing? He said it was a line of famous blues groups. Blues at Red Rocks... dude I'm in. On the way up the hill (this time via auto) I learned that not only are the tickets complementary but we get back stage passes and vip parking. WORD!

Let me preface this by saying last week a group of us had seen the True Colors Tour at Red Rocks. This is the show, featuring The Dresden Dolls, Debbie Harry, Erasure and Cyndi Lauper, oh yeah, and Margaret Cho as the M.C. Gay gay and more gay. It was like the Wrangler beer bust exploded and all the pieces landed on Red Rocks. Gay! So, as we were finding our seats I realized the crowd for last nights show was like the polar opposite of the True Colors crowd. I was completely surrender by Denver's finest red necks. Now, I sort of fit in, remember my 30 mile bike ride? Yeah, Irish boy in sun for 3 hours = red neck (and face and arms.) The 3 opening acts were indeed blues groups but the head liner was George Thorogood & the Destroyers. I enjoyed the entire show, come on, it's f---ing Red Rocks, but I did prefer the blues performers. The show opened with a blues legend, Koko Taylor. The concert continued with the introduction of another legend Buddy Guy. After George Thorogood's finale we were invited backstage by Tish's friend Bill who is the bassist for Geroge Thorogood. We were escorted downstairs under the stage into the green room where we waited for the band members to appear. Unfortunately for us, these aging rock stars were quite tired so the party under the Red Rocks stage was quite brief. It was another enjoyable evening at Red Rocks.

Catch Up - Party Month!

June has been milestone party month. Two Fridays ago Ruth hosted her graduation party in the Emerson Plaza court yard. After 27 years of study at the University of Denver Ruth has obtained her degree in religious studies. When asked what she will do with her degree she responds "I'm going to start arguments at parties." That is an excellent use of a degree, I think. Her party was part of a capacity test for the court yard. She was able to squeeze 72 guests into our court yard that comfortably, on a good day, seats 12.


Sally, Ruth & Meg. These are Ruth's internet friends.



2 days after Becker was hit by a car, and almost died, he
is happy to be rocking out at the party.


Ruth and Joy.


Ruth and her sister, Sarah.

Last Wednesday was the kick off to SmayFest 2007. Sheri May turned 30 this year. The party started at around 1pm last Wednesday and the last of the party guests are on their way to the airport as I write this. Yes folks, that’s like a 6 day party or some shit like that. Sheri had a really good time, I suspect. The 2 high moments of the party were when the stripper arrived and when her gift was brought in which is a big pink cruiser bike including a basket for beer and a cup holder. I will post some pictures when I get them from the La Fonda Ladies. My contribution, to the party, was 24 pounds of hot wings and some beer cheese dip. I hate hot wings now. I can just picture those poor little chickens laying around with no legs. poor chickens with no legs.

Work getting you down?

I love this commercial. Sometimes I want to be her.