July 31, 2004
bike'n'bar
It felt like we were in an episode of Sex in the City. Except we were touring the city on bikes instead of a hired sedan.
With a hint of cool in the air the sunset casting the sky in cool blues rimmed with gold we peddled around Denver in all its glory. Fluffy clouds framed the skyline accentuating the neon union station sign when we skipped into zengo for a drink.
Ah, Thursday the new Friday. An ensemble of ladies crews grazed around the lounge and bar area. Serious conversations were held at the dining tables while the wait staff snarled mockingly at their uniforms and us.
"who do we have to kill to get a drink in this place?"
Our bartender decided he was too good looking to serve us drinks so the bartender trying to serve 25 was left to grimace at us through her bitter smile and condescending attitude. I guess if you can't afford to dine here you don't deserve a drink either.
"water, thx..." The humiliation one will suffer for two precious empanadas.
The notable chubby Andy Warhol wanna be didn't seem to have any problems getting a drink. Like, drivers bartenders have a blind sides too.
Ushered by potty mouthed preteens we heaved our bikes up the un-bike friendly bridge to nowhere. The rumbling from the train passing below us echoed the rumbling in my stomach. Such expensive fancy high rise lofts next to the loud coal train...
The house of sauce, err Vesta dipping grill was comfortably crowded. The fabulous Mary hooked us up with a savory sample of nova lox on a toasted round in fresh crème topped with chives and a caper. Inhaled a tasty tube of tuna, i.e. vesta roll while the boys sampled the sauces and the Hydes ate, "the best salad ever."
With a margarita in mind we wove through traffic to Lime. It had peaked there already but ready to celebrate Todd's "birthday" we settled in for some ango-mexican food. Crying about our pitcher of margs was missing the essential ingredient, ah that'd be tequila, our lovely waitress doctored it up with a shot. Dj was spinning the 80's sound track of our youth. It reminded Chris of a wedding reception dj set. I loved it. BTW who sang, "oh Sheila?"
Rawk ahead. Illegal pete's had djs spinning metal. Hyde recognized the Judist Priest song right off, proving why chicks dig him.
Showing Todd all the Denver has to offer double daughters was next. We all tried to drank the fuck you drink but he found the pirate socks and parrot bones was quite enough...
Ready to call an end to the madness I peddled home alone along the creek where the homeless had bedded down for the night while they took in the sites a bit more then later dropped into the 404...
July 29, 2004
July 28, 2004
beautiful wedding
Beautiful pictures from Cori and Cameron's wedding.
what if moment
what if life were only about the next rodeo and driving big trucks...
July 26, 2004
July 25, 2004
July 23, 2004
b-day madddness
In da club.
It was crunk. The par-te for s bennett was off da hook ya'll.
July 22, 2004
!!!
Get up and shake your ass music.
"It's like fashion week here. We can see all the kids as they walk by."
laloque"It more like dirty hipster week."
She was right. After ten minutes of !!! playing and the crowd writhing, the humidity from the sweat generated tasted like hair product from all the hair farmers present - not clean, not clean...
looking for
a sweet used electric guitar.
Dave loaned me his sweet purple rock demon ax to practice on, then one late night Jack plugged it in and discovered it had the rock so he snatched the loaner guitar away from me. Actually, he deserves it since I can barely remember 3 chords at this point and he rocks out.
Hey didn't U2 say something about just needing 3 chords, a guitar and the truth.
That's all I need too. Then we'll all pump our fists in the air and shout...(insert dream where I'm freddie mercury singin' "We will, we will ROCK YOU!"...maybe he just played the piano...yeah i want to play that too one day...)
I long to live simple-ly. Without the clutter of material things but in truth I'm more like Steve Martin's character in the Jerk.
"All I need is this, this chair and this lamp and this thermos..."
However, I'm not saddled with a cable tv bill. So my time is my own. It doesn't belong to CNN or foodTV like it would if I succumbed to the allure of the useless talking pretty colored box with moving pictures. (hmmmm...what is the naked chef making tonite...we're having crockpot chicken and wild rice...)
July 21, 2004
July 18, 2004
July 17, 2004
wh' up
Still winding down from the wedding.
No, not my wedding, duh, Cori and Cameron's beautiful wedding in Breckenridge. We were honored to give readings in the wedding. I fancy myself an experienced public speaker but my arms were tingling with excitement after I saw Cori beautiful in her gown, glowing in her element, friends and family all around. I told Mark about the sensation in my arms and he said, "I can't look at you. You're making me nervous." But he was perfect. His words resounded with the feeling and intention of the passage and fit the occation perfectly.
Gettin' gearred up for Erica and Simon's wedding next! Par-te in Boston. Can't wait. Still figurin' the best way to get their wedding gift out to them. I'm still not sure how to wrap Cori and Cameron's wedding gift.
Finally read the Davinci Code. It reminded me of how reading makes one want to write and writing makes one want to read. Fiction reading is like taking a leisurely drive through the mountains. Where non-fiction reading feels like driving to an appointment you don't want to be late to.
Peddled over to the cherrycreek farmers market for iced chai and a pastry. We only spotted one hot mom today. She had on a stort baby tee and yoga pants with her bun in the oven right out there. Her man in tow was definately winning something. It was great to see her big ole white belly hanging out.
Went in for some needles today. Mark counted around 30. I figured if Cipro isn't doin' the trick best to cover all the bases and try stimulate the old system with some needles. It really helped to releive the pain. I highly recommend trying the needles.
Afterwards, we plungled into the zoo that was the asian market. We were looking for some jasmine tea the kind that smells like the flower not the cheap stuff that just tastes like plain ole chinese tea. They didn't have the stassen green jasmine tea we were looking for so we opted for the 39cent jasmine tea that has a hint of the flower scent but isn't as aromatic. When was the last time you bought anything for 39cents?
musings
i wish i had a cat to walk
we would never have to talk
he would read my mind
and always be by my side
on lookers may think it queer
but secretly they would endear
the sight of my kitten near
his strong purr
waxy wiskers
and perfect paws
right along with me belong
