On the top floor of my apartment building, in the laundry room, is a “free table”. It’s an ordinary card table of fake brown wood, pushed up against the wall. There is a sign that is taped to the wall above the table, written out in yellow highlighter on white notebook paper, it reads “free (with an arrow pointing down toward the table)”. Residents who have belongings they no longer need or want, possessions that hold old unwanted memories or unfulfilled dreams, or just plain old junk, leave them on this table for others to take. Most of the items you find on this table are useless junk. But one mans trash is another mans treasure and all that crap. What isn’t claimed by residents is then donated to the church next door or trashed (depending on its quality). I have put a half closet worth of clothes on this table over the two years that I have lived here. I have also gotten some pretty cool stuff off this table too:

The whole weekend was wasted and lonely. It was a very uneventful weekend. I didn’t get to see any friends and spent most of the weekend by myself, much of it on the couch. On Friday, night I went out and grabbed a couple of drinks at some local bars. On Saturday, I ran some errands and cleaned up around the apartment a little. I went to the CD store but didn’t buy anthing. I went down to LoDo and grabbed a bite to eat for dinner and a couple of drinks but tired of the scene real quickly and ended up just getting bitter and making fun of people to myself. I slept in real late on Sunday and then did five loads of laundry. I also watched Old School which was good for a cheap laugh and The Boiler Room which was pretty good too but nothing special. By noon I actually found myself staring at the clock hoping the day would end.

Negative progression. My laundry didn’t get done this week.

On Wednesday night I went down to the local 7-11 to get laundry biscuits (quarters for laundry, that is, for all you not in the know). The lady at the register was unable to break a twenty for me so I went to the bar across the street hoping that after buying a drink I could get a bunch of ones that I could then turn into quarters, and in turn, do laundry with. On my first drink I began telling the girl next to me about this story. On my second drink I met, by coincidence, the intern of a good friend. She ignored me. On my third drink I got in an argument with one of the guys next to me about the benefits utilitarianism vs objectivism as related to both society and individuals. He was on his third+ drink too, so this made for a lively and fun debate. On my fourth drink I was in the back room playing pool with two very drunk but very cute girls and applying cue chalk like eye shadow to one of them. On my fifth drink I spent all of my laundry money. Now I’m wearing dirty socks.

Just some quick updates cause I don’t feel like writing much.

We lost our first game of ultimate last night. It was my fault. I wasn’t playing tight enough D. The guy I was covering scored the winning point. Oh well.

I had lunch with Sabrina today. We went to my favorite mexican restaurant: La Fiesta. I like going there to show off cause I’m kind of a regular. I know some of the wait staff and they have a hubs burrito (super burrito, beef & been, extra cheese, green chili, no tomato). Mmmmmmmm. Me and Sabrina touched on good some issues in our past and such. She still seems a little bitter torward me and I know I’m still a little bitter torwards her. And you can tell we both have some things we want to say but are not sure how. But, at the same time, it’s really nice being able to hang out together.

Last night I went to Red Rocks to watch E.T. Seeing movies at Red Rocks is really romantic. I’ve taken a few dates to listen to music, have a picnic, watch a movie under the stars, and see the stunning twinkling lights of Denver in the background. It makes for a terrific date (ask Liz she had a hot date there last night too).

I went with Ali and Bear. They brought along a friend. I wasn’t expecting this, otherwise I may have presented myself a little differently as she was very cute and really interesting to talk to. It also seemed like we had a fair amount in common. I however, was looking slobby, stinking of cigarettes and caught off guard. This all dropped my confidence a little but made for a good challenge. She had expected other friends to come along but they all bailed on her so it was just us two and the married couple. It turned out to be an unintentional double date in my eyes (But that could very well be because I was attracted to her. She could have easily considered it a movie with friends and a stranger). Neither one of us expected it to be just us. Neither one of us expressed that we cared. We had good time, shared a blanket (that she brought) and picnic dinner (that she brought).

Oy. The more I write the worse this sounds. My point, anyway, is that I found her really attractive. I failed to get a phone number but am pretty sure I’ll be in contact with her again. I hope. Man I’ve been doing a lot of hoping lately.

The weekend was slow. Nice but slow. It started off with a “bang”.

On Friday, I was driving out to meet my mom, her friend, and her friends daughter (whom I used to baby-sit way back in the day) for dinner at Pasquini’s. On the way there is saw some friends on 17th Ave. I honked my horn to get there attention and then stuck on hand out the window and the other across the drivers seat and wove them frantically. I passed them slowly, my head turning with them, my eye following them making sure they see me. When BAM, I bounced out of my seat as I slammed into the car in front of me. Of course my friends both heard me and saw, what must have appeared to them as me honking, then spazzing out, and then slamming into the car in front of me. Apparently they were laughing about it for hours afterward. Fortunately no damage was done to either of our cars or us. I did get a voicemail from the guy that I hit later that evening claiming there were some scratches and paint chipped off his bumper, but he must have changed his mind or not wanted to bother because I haven’t heard from him since. Between this incident, the wedding peel-out fiasco and the scooter accident, I think my bad vehicular karma is nearly through. I hope.

Saturday was pretty mellow. I slept in and then went into work to finish up some assignments I wasn’t able to complete during the week. I went and met the Bear and Ali for lunch at the CityGrille and had one of there spectacular burgers. I’ll be returning there soon, and so should you. Later that night I went out to The Bank Bar and the Rhino Room were I ran into some strangers who kept me entertained and fed me drinks till the bar shut down.

I got a wicked case of the Sunday Sads on Sunday (no shit? on Sunday?). I didn’t leave my apartment building all day. I didn’t talk to anyone again (except to say, “Have a good night,” to some girl in the stairwell). I don’t like initializing interaction when I’m in these moods. I cleaned, did laundry, played guitar, jacked off, read, watched tv, and moped about. It was nice to recharge though. Actually it was really what I needed.

Last night me and my brother went over to my pops to celebrate a belated fathers day and an early birthday. On the way over we got in a heated yet civil argument over what a racist is. I got my dad a fishing pole case that he was really happy with. Me and my brother also fixed him steaks and potatos (actually my brother did most of the cooking).

A few years ago, when I ordered checks (or cheques for all you brits), I had the bank print this Robert Frost quote on the bottom of each one:
“In three words, I can sum up everything I know about life: It goes on.

San Francisco is a wonderful city. The weather was perfect. There was nearly no fog. Unfortunately, I only got to spend about 28 hours there. It was definately whirlwind. I did however get to spend a little time in China Town, go to the ferry building, and walk around Knob Hill and Downtown. I stayed at the Omni which was a beautiful hotel with all the luxuries. I’ll be back, there is so much more to see.

My presentation went great. I spent most of the day in meetings, groups, and discussions. It all went well. But it was still work.

I got back home last night arond 1:00 am. There was a giant hole in my shower wall. This is a good thing. The leak in bathtub faucets is finally being fixed after getting progressivly worse for the last year-and-a-half. A new shower head has been put on so now I don’t have to squat my knees or bend over to rinse the shampoo off my head (which as small as it may sound, is actually quite a luxury).

Thanks for all your luck, I know it helped.

It was kind of a weird weekend. On Friday I got in another those wierd moods. I ended up skipping dinner and walking around town. I stopped in a couple of local bars and drank a few whiskey sours and chatted with whoever was sitting next to me about meaningless bullshit. I was bored, bored, bored, and lonely so I got drunk. And walked around to other bars looking for something.

On Saturday morning I got a call from Sabrina. I met her out for afternoon margaritas. We talked for hours. About alot of things. She did end up going to NYC with her new boyfriend. But I expected it. She expected a reaction out of me but didn’t know what it was going to be. I wonder if she guessed right. She’s has grown as a person some. She is happier, which is nice. I like her most when she’s happy. She isn’t happy with some of the decisions she has made lately. We then went out to dinner at one of our old haunts and hung out back at my apartment. She said it was still home to her and it was sad in a sentimental sort of way to be back. It was sad in a sentimental sort of way to have her there. She didn’t have the option of staying although I wish she would have.

Most of Sunday I spent working. I took a long lunch with Sabrina at the Pearl Street grill and we looked through photos of her vacation. Then I went back to work again.

I’m leaving to San Francisco this afternoon for a business trip. I’m really kind of nervous about a presentation I’m giving out there. Wish me luck.

It appears this is my 100th entry.

She said “I can never tell if you’re really into me.”
Not realizing this wasn’t a question, I answered, “Of course I like you. If I didn’t like you, you would have been out of the picture a long time ago”. I took a long pull off my beer and realized I was being too direct. “why can’t you just skirt it,” I thought to myself, “Always skirt it.”

“No, I hate you,” would have been a good response.

“So you’re trying to tell me that you’re really into me?” would have been even better.

Had ultimate again last night.

I’m on team 5B. Summer league this time. It’s a huge team; that means not much playing time, which sucks. But it was a beautiful evening. The sunset was waves of yelloworangepinkredpurpleblueblack. And I caught myself staring off into it for no reason at all, my brain just blanked out. After the game we all stood in park. At least a hundred of us. Nalgene bottles (because that’s what all the cool kids have) in hand, hovering around kegs for our next beer. Large groups of fifteen or more all trying to get to know each other. As the night enveloped us the small bugs came out. The moon shone slightly on the horizon. And the lights from the distant softball fields cast long, dark exaggerations of ourselves across the thick, jade lawn. Each of us could feel the cool river of air, a foot or so deep, springing from the lush grass and swimming through our legs. Lapping at the perspiration behind our knees. Before I knew it, it was 10:00, and time to go home.

In other news…Congratulations A.P. You’re a wonderful friend and every bit deserving of your amazing wife. All my love my friend.

I don’t really have much to write about today. I’m still keeping really busy with work. After returning my tuxedo last night I got some take-out food and went home to veg on the couch. The remainder of my evening consisted of the most enjoyable brain-candy: For Love Or Money, the new Maxim, and Blind Date.

And because it’s bad enough to watch and read all that lame stuff above (let alone follow those links), and because I really have nothing else to tell you, here are some stimulating and fun links that you should actually visit:

A visiual representation of our language
The NASA astronomy picture of the day
A favorite engineering toy: SodaConstructor

On Sunday I spent the morning running errands and tidying up the apartment. Then I went and picked up a girl I met at the wedding and we went to throw the frisbee around at Sloans Lake. Afterwards I went over to Liz’s new loft for a house home-warming party. Her place was incredible and she was a real sweetheart. She also throws a mean party, tons of food (too bad I had a late lunch) and good beer. I have to admit I was a little intimidated about going to a party solo when I didn’t know anybody (personally) there. But of course I had no reason to be. Liz was a great hostess and made me feel completely comfortable. I didn’t get a chance to chat with her as much as I wanted but knew she had lots of guests to attend to and I didn’t want to make her think she had to accomidate me. But she has tons of great friends and a friendly family (Martha, you rock on the piano). I met a lot of nice people and had a great time sitting on the proch, smoking cigarettes, chatting and watching the city skyline change colors with the setting sun. Thanks for the invitation Liz. And I’m very jealous of your new home.

Saturday was spent sleeping in, watching some tube, and running errands and hanging out with friends. We then headed up to Lionsgate for the wedding. The wedding was great. It was held outside and the weather ended up being perfect. The reception was a blast. There was a live band, the buffet actually tasted pretty decent, and I got to see lots of new and old friends.

I drove the bride and groom from the reception to the hotel in the groom’s father’s Buick GSX. Soon everyone was gathered around the car. I loaded the bride and groom into the backseat to chants of my name as everyone had expected me to “lay a bunch of rubber” and “smokeout” that “musclecar”. I had a little trouble finding the keys as they were put on the seat and not left in the egnition as I was told. Meanwhile everyone outside of the car everyone is drunk and screaming, some of them yelling “yeah hubs!”. I start the engine. Then while the engine is running, with a sharp, grinding, pierce, I start the engine again. The crowd roars with laughter and I begin to get really nervous. I rev the engine for a little while longer, trying to figure out how I’m going to avoid the minvan and the guest house that are in front of me, and still “peelout”. The girls love a man who can peel-out and now was my chance. So I pressed on the brakes and held them down about half way, then I pressed on the acclerator, hard. I slowly crept forward about fifty feet but the wheels never began to slip so I let off the accelarator. The car then came slamming to a halt and the bride and groom came flying out of their seats and bounced off the front seats. I then slowly drove out of the parking lot with everyone inside and outside of the car laughing.

I took a three day weekend because…well, I wanted too. I spent the first part of Friday in another golf tournament at Indian Tree Golf Course. I played like ass. My foursome didn’t win, but then again, we didn’t come in last. More importantly, I had great time golfing with three close friends and skidding around in the golf cart. Each of us drove (our golf ball that is) into at least one house or street with major traffic on it. Fortunatly no damage was done (that we could see). The evening was spent at a wedding rehersal and dinner. The rehersal was typical. Boring but necessary. The dinner was excellent. I drank silly amounts of wine and gave a toast in which I used the word “goofy” five times in a row in five sentances. I had a bunch of people tell me they liked it though. In fact I’m kind of known, among my friends, for my short but touching toasts.