It was G’s 30th birthday last night. We went out and grabbed some dinner (she didn’t eat) at Racines and then went and grabbed a drink and played pool at The Cherry Pit and then headed over to Sputnick for a nightcap.

We skipped kickball which apparently we won 25-15. I think we may be on a streak. Or not. Or maybe.

She liked the bracelets I gave her but she wanted to return one of them because she thought I was spending too much money. This made me feel a little insecure. I think she deserves them both so the happiness of gift giving quickly out wieghed anything else. Tonight were going to see the Pixies for the second part of her present and Saturday is the party.

A Lake Just Outside Of Town, Steamboat, Colorado

It was another weekend spent in the mountains. This time we headed up to Steamboat for the 4th annual pig roast. We got up there on Friday night and after a large plate of Szechwan at the Canton. We headed over to Mahogany Ridge for a couple of drinks. I was looking forward to hearing a Greatful Dead/Metallica cover band but was disappointed by some salsa crap. I don’t mind a little salsa music, but when you are expecting the incredible blend of heavy&hippy, salsa simply doesn’t satisfy.

Saturday morning we grabbed a bite at Winonas. I highly suggest this place. Everything we had was great. I had the Lox Omelet (being Yom Kippur and all), which was delicious. Don’t forget to get one of the cinnamon rolls that are larger than your head and literally ooze with icing.

Mad Creek Hiking Trail, Steamboat

Mad Creek Hiking Trail, Steamboat

Mad Creek Hiking Trail, Steamboat

After breky, we went up hiking at Mad Creek. We had a quick but beautiful 3 mile. If you haven’t been reading the annex lately, I’m getting into this whole leaf changing thing and the higher elevations in Colorado are perfect for some peeping. After the hike it was down to Strawberry Park for a soak. Strawberry Park is also another really cool place were natural hotsprings and some incredible masonry/stonework divides a natrally running river into separate cells with varying water temparatures.

The 4th Annual Steamboat Pigroast, Steamboat

The 4th Annual Steamboat Pigroast, Steamboat

The pig roast was a blast. Thanks to everyone in steamboat for their hospitality. There was a fun and generous group of people (the bus driver for Crosby, Stills & Nash excepted) up there who hooked us up with beds, beer, entertainment, a bon fire, dinner and laughs. Not to mention a pig.

Wednesday night was a historical event to go down in the annals of history forever and for all time. Breaking a 21 game (or something like that, three full seasons) losing streak, Backwash has won there first regular season game in the history of the league. I couldn’t be more proud of my kickball team. Well actually I could, if the fuckers would actually volunteer to umpire every now and again I would be happier than any proud new parent on earth. Afterwards we headed out to The Toad (which was once called the Horny Toad back in the day. It seems the new millennium is much to p.c. for such innuendo) for a celebration which involved a few pitchers of beer, a pizza bigger than me, and some wonderful karaoke acts.

Last night we hit up Dazzle Supper Club for some free jazz and expensive yet incredibly weak drinks which I am now calling “Dazzle Camouflage” in reverence of the “Work Of Terrible Beauty” by Lynda Barry. Afterwards we headed over to the Candlelight Tavern for $2.00 hamburgers, which are delectable in every way that a hamburger can be. A large group of us stuck around, drank beer, and played shuffleboard late into the night.

Thowing The Ball & Jumping In The Swimming Hole, Niwot, Colorado

Typical of nearly everything on this blog, and in my life, I’ve decided to once again just simply follow the crowd and do the cool thing. Also typically, I’m doing it about 2 years after the fad has been killed. You call it retro, I call it old. So ladies and gentlemen, it is without the appropriate fanfare, without further ado, and without a ounce of dignity that I present to you my 100 things list:

Rock Outcroppings, Mount Margaret Trail, Red Feathers Lakes

Rock Outcroppings, Mount Margaret Trail, Red Feathers Lakes

Changing Aspens, Mount Margaret Trail, Red Feathers Lakes

Stormy Clouds, Mount Margaret Trail, Red Feathers Lakes

Stormy Clouds, Mount Margaret Trail, Red Feathers Lakes

I had to take advantage of one of the last warm (really) weekends of the year and head up to the high country for some hiking and sitting around the campfire again.

But first on Friday after work I went and grabbed a bite at El Noa Noa for a big ole Super Burrito. The fair was mediocre the atmosphere was top notch, (a trend among Mexican restaurants in Denver is that atmosphere in inversely correlated to how good the food actually is) particularly the patio. Afterward I watched Splendor, which was terrible and predictable. I fell asleep about half way.

On Saturday, after sleeping in and doing a couple of chores, I headed up to the Red Feather Lakes region to meet my brother and Pandy and do some camping (specifically at the Belleaire Lake Campground). After arriving I cracked open a beer and we all walked down to Bellaire Lake to do some fishing. It sucked because the fish were jumping all over the place. You could literally see them jumping into the air grabbing flies. There were constant ripples in the lake. The guy next to us caught 7 or 8 fish. The guy next to him caught 6 or seven. The guy next to him caught several more. My brother and I didn’t catch shit. Ooops, I take that back. My brother caught a crawdad on one of his worms. After a discouraging day of fishing we all went back and cooked up some dinner and sat around the camp fire and told stories.

On Sunday after waking up, fixing breakfast and tearing down camp we all headed out to the Mt. Margaret Trail system to hike around and rock climb (boulder). The hike was really easy but had several large, unique, rocky outcroppings, which made for great scrambling and bouldering. Fortunately, we barely beat a storm out. After the hike we had a late lunch at the Ever Open Café in Ft Collins. After heading home, napping and washing up we met my Dad and his wife out for some dinner.

It’s true. I’m an asshole. We have already established that I’m a terrible friend, a lousy brother, and a dreadful son. I’m also now an incredibly horrible ex, and a worthless boyfriend. I have no right whatsoever to have what I’ve got. I suck. Bad. I handled myself poorly when I answered Sabrina’s drunken call at 12:30 last night. Me with my “sweet dreams” right in front of G. I suck. And Sabrina shouldn’t have called five times afterward but I shouldn’t have called back.

Sabrina? Hey have you just been calling a bunch of times?
Um….well….yeah.
That’s gotta stop.

And then an abrupt hang-up. No goodbyes. Thank God no sweet dreams. And no regard for feelings, for anyone.

***Update Below***

I’m considering moving to MT V3.0, has anyone had any experience with the new version? What do I have to look forward to? What do I have to fear?

Step one – Leave work early
Step two – Meet G, brother, Pandy and Pandy’s mom for dinner and drinks at Magiannos (thanks Linda!)
Step three – Nightcappers at Lounge
Step four – Sleep in till eleven
Step five – Head up to boulder for a “stock the bar party”
Step six – Slowy unstock the bar throughout the night
Step seven – Head over to the Atomic Cowboy for a birthday party
Step eight – Go to Pete’s Kitchen for a late night paddy melt
Step nine – Sleep in till eleven
Step ten – Go to the Rockies last home game of the season
Step eleven – Spend all afternoon in one of the tents at Mao’s eating sushi and drinking at discount
Step twelve – Finish the weekend off with a couple of $1 PBR’s at the Shamrock

Sorry for the lack of updates lately. Psyche. I really couldn’t give a damn.

I’ve been really busy since last Friday: one wedding, two hotels, three cities, and four plane trips. I had just returned from Los Angeles last night. I was out there on a two-day business trip that consisted mainly of seminars. I never left my hotel but to smoke a couple of cigarettes. It was all so very unexciting that I wouldn’t dare bore you with it, other than to let you know that it happened. I did get drunk dialed by a co-worker, which was a first. And apparently my boss can really tie one on. But this is all hearsay of course; I was in bed by 10:00. It felt so adult driving back from the airport last night to open arms and it actually felt really good. I can’t tell if it means anything yet. Am I really growing up? I have no idea how people with jobs that involve a lot of travel can keep there heads on straight.

I like my coffee the way I like women: blonde and creamy
I like my coffee the way I like women: hot and wet
I like my coffee the way I like women: steamy and in large cups
I like my coffee the way I like women: fullbodied
I like my coffee the way I like women: first thing in the morning
I like my coffee the way I like women: strong and keeping me up all night
I like my coffee the way I like women: dribbling down my chin
I like my coffee the way I like women: drunk, horny, writhing on my living room floor, and dressed up in a catholic schoolgirl’s uniform with her skirt hiked up around her waist exposing her one-size-too-small, slightly wet panties, and letting out barely audible, breathy little moans.