Monday, January 29, 2007

DMT do Golden

Saturday was snowy, cold and generally nasty for the sixth weekend in a row. Rather than go Postal on our fellow Coloradans, Dawn, Mark and I decided we'd better embrace the snow with a Pub Crawl in Golden. There were no clear rules at the beginning, but after each bar, we started to make some up.

First, we hit The Mother Ship for free beer (AKA Coors Brewery for The Short Tour). We decided to act like tourists and take pictures like a bunch of goobers.

Next up was The Buffalo Rose. And we decided that we could only have one beer per bar, and it had to be the cheapest beer they had. The one beer per bar only lasted until we discovered that The Buff has $4.00 Keystone pitchers on the weekend. Bring it, baby!

A little further down the street is Ace Hi Tavern, the home of the PBRona. But according to our rules, PBR in a bottle was too pricey, so we settled for Coors Light pitcher for $4.00.

Another block up is a sweet hotel called Table Mountain Inn. It's a little hoitey-toitey, but we were not to be detered from hitting every bar in DoGo (Downtown Golden). So we thought, what the hell and went in. No happy hour specials. No cheap beer. No wanting to play in our reindeer games. $3 for a draft. Bastards. So, Dawn did the only thing you can do in that situation:

It's the three straws that makes it art.

Directly across the street is Woody's. A place with great pizza, KU beating the crap out of CU on the big screen and a hot bartender named Derrick. Unfortunately, we were too enamoured of Hot Derrick to take his picture...but don't fret, we're definitely headed there again.

Half a block down from Woody's, is a great little place called Blue Canyon. I used to hang out there several nights a week before a) I got a full time job and b) my friend Matt was banned for life. (Something about stripping mother-ass naked on their smoking patio...I'm not sure of all the details, it was the one night I wasn't there with him.) Anyway, by this time, we thought maybe we should "liberate" some things from the bars we visited. (Sorry, mom!) Mark started things off with a bottle of Tabasco Habanero sauce. I took a picture with my Razr, but it's more than a wee bit blurry. Which is funny, because when I took it, it looked good to me. Obviously, I was a wee bit blurry too.

After committing condiment theft, we headed across the street to the newly re-opened Captiol Grill. There was a wedding party there and they didn't really seem to want to share their spotlight with our DoGo Pub Crawl, so we bailed after sharing two beers.

Last stop was at The Spot. By this time, none of us could look another beer in the eye, so we splurged on mixed drinks. And walked (weaved, stumbled, whatever...) outta there with Dawn's purse bulging with two sugar/Sweet & Low holders, a set of salt & pepper shakers and a handful of coasters. If only Mark would've created a diversion, we would've made off with the double sided napkin dispenser too...

With our objective realized, we decided we'd better head home. It was a day to remember, that's for sure. At least what I remember of it.

Friday, January 26, 2007

The Club

I finally watched last week's episode of Gray's Anatomy. I recorded it because I knew that George's dad was going to die, and I wasn't sure I wanted to watch it. It sounds crazy I know, but even TV dads dying takes me back to the two days, 20 years apart, that my dads died. Anyway, I'm glad I watched it, because the final scene between George and Cristina summed up years of feelings for me in a few sentences.

George is standing in front of the hospital. Cristina walks up to him in the obvious cold and tells him, "There's a club. The dead dads club, and you can't be in it until you're in it. You can try to understand, you can sympathize, but until you feel that loss… My dad died when I was nine." George nods slightly. Cristina: "George, I'm really sorry you had to join the club." George, his voice raw, tells her, "I don't know how to exist in a world where my dad doesn't." Cristina: "Yeah, that never really changes."

And it's true. That feeling never fully goes away.

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Night like this

thought I saw your face
in the evening sky
on a lonesome cloud, drifting by
I wish I could fall on a night like this
into your waiting arms
for a moonlight kiss

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Sit down and shut up

We've all heard the story by now of a family that was asked by AirTran to remove themselves from the plane before take off because their 3 year old was throwing a tantrum. And we've heard how the parents were so offended that they will never fly AirTran again. Yippee! I'm going to fly AirTran every chance I get!

The mother said in a phone interview that they were not 'given an opportunity to hold her, console her or anything...' um, yeah and? According to an AirTran spokesperson, the little girl "...was climbing under the seat and hitting the parents and wouldn't get in her seat" during boarding. The parents said they asked for 15 minutes to calm her down. Uh huh, so let me get this straight, just because you can't control your child, everyone else on the flight is to be delayed? Because let's face it, there is no way that 15 minutes would've been enough, so how long did these parents expect to delay the flight? I don't think so. Rules are rules, whether you're a 35 year old adult or a 3 year old brat. If an adult had acted this way, there would be no debate on whether or not this was right or wrong.

Why is it that parents seem to expect the world to put up with bratty behavoir and look the other way rather than expect better behavior from their kids?

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Funniest damn thing I read all week...

An excerpt from an email between my sister and I:

kctl: Did mom tell you what a dork I am? I was going through my text inbox on my phone and deleting a bunch of old messages, and saving the ones with the kids pics, and was surprised that there was sound on some of them. I'd probably opened those at Malone's or something where it was loud and didn't hear it the first time. What a dork.

Sis: No - but she doesn't have to tell me you are a dork - cuz as the big sister, I know that!!

kctl: Hey, I come by it honestly. I mean, really, just look at the family history I have to work with... ;) Your kids don't stand a chance.

Sis: I know. Any time they do something really stupid - Marc says "D.G." for defective gene. Of course this is from their paternal side!!!

C was sick last weekend - he got a stomach bug from L, who got it from Marc. C then passed it on to me. Anyway, he was really sick last Sunday and since Monday was a holiday, the kids did not have school. I called and checked on him a couple of times on Monday. He told me that his stomach hurt and he knew it was full of air. He said he was scared to try and push it out because he did not what to "shart" his pants. He had to repeat it several times and then finally spell it because I could not understand him. He then went on to say that his beloved Aunt Terri gave him that term when you went out to eat Chinese food at Grandad's and he was bummed because the rice gave him diarrhea. Thanks!!!

kctl: Hahahahahahahahaha!! You're welcome; that's what I'm here for, to corrupt your kids. But hey, you gotta give me some credit, I did tell him he couldn't use it at school!

Monday, January 22, 2007

Howdy y'all

This weekend, I dug out my cowboys boots, dusted off my drinkin' hat and we hit the National Western Stock Show. Our main goal was to drink beer while looking at the animals and checking out cowboys. Mmmmmm, cowboys.

Anyway, my hands down favorite were the Belgian plow horses. They stand over 6 feet at their shoulders and are simply magnificent creatures.

Later, we went to check out the baby cows, pigs and lambs. Much to our surprise, we found the following:

Ku Klux Lambs. Who knew?

Friday, January 19, 2007

It's all in the timing

I fell asleep last night thinking about 'what if'.

I woke up knowing two things for certain: life is all about timing and 'what if' will drive you crazy if you let it.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Gummi fun...

I like to put my gummi bears in compromising positions before I eat them... Does that make me a pervert?
Sorry, did I share too much?

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Kansas City Griefs...

Now, you all know I love my Chiefs..but this made me laugh so hard I snorted. Oh well, there's always next year...

Q: What do you call 47 millionaires sitting around a TV watching the Super Bowl?
A: The Kansas City Chiefs.

Q: What do the Kansas City Chiefs and Billy Graham have in common?
A: They both can make 70,000 people stand up and yell "Jesus Christ!!".

Q: How do you keep a Kansas City Chief out of your yard?
A: Put up goal posts.

Q: Where do you go in Kansas City in case of a tornado?
A: To Arrowhead - they never get a touchdown there!

Q: What do you call a Kansas City Chief with a Super Bowl ring?
A: A thief.

Q: Why was Herm Edwards upset when the Kansas City Chiefs play book was stolen?
A: Because he hadn't finished coloring it.

Q: What's the difference between the Kansas City Chiefs and a dollar bill?
A: You can still get four quarters out of a dollar bill.

Q: What do the Kansas City Chiefs and possums have in common?
A: Both play dead at home (and get killed on the road)

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Of You

I dreamt of you last night
lips touched, desire begged to be sated
fingers laced, gripped tightly
hearts beat, eyes mirrored twin hunger
breath intertwined as we drank each other in
I dreamt of you last night

Monday, January 08, 2007

Winter is a bitch

And we're expecting another 12 inches of snow in the Denver metro area on Friday. I mean, whew...that was close, we almost went a week without a major snowstorm! Can't have that!

I keep hearing from the natives that this is very a very unusual winter pattern for Denver. Uh huh. I won't believe them until next winter proves them to be correct. At least it was 50 degrees today and for the first time since before Christmas you can see actual pavement...and not pavement through a blanket of slush and ice. Whoo-mother-fuckin'-hoo!

I'm so sick of snow I could spit!

Thursday, January 04, 2007

I miss their sweet faces

Dodie, Booger Butt and Aunt Terri