M&M Story

Once, whilst munching on a handful on m&m’s, I turned to my friend Uncle Squiggly (not a real uncle, just a nick name) and intending to throw an m&m into the air and catch it in my mouth, I said “Hey Squiggly, can you do this?” I then proceeded to tilt my head skyward and throw the m&m into the air. But instead of catching it in my mouth, it landed with a sticky thud in the little cleft of my upper lip, just below the tip of my nose. “No, I don’t think I can,” he replied.

Sweet Sushi Sleep

I went up to Boulder last night. I hadn’t been there in close to a year. And boy was it worth the drive. I met Katy and a couple of her business clients at Japango for dinner. All you can eat dinner. All you can eat sushi dinner! All you can eat sushi dinner for $27!! And two-for-one drinks ’til 6 o’clock. We sat there for three-and-a-half hours and gorged ourselves. We must have ordered a couple hundred dollars worth of sushi. My god what a fucking feast. It actually physically hurt to walk out of the restaurant. There was a down side though.
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Mellow, Pleasant Weekend

I had a nice weekend. Nothing too exciting lots of movies and more skiing, it was nice. I left work early and met Leber and his Fiance at the hogback. From there we carpooled up to his condo in Granby. We got a few beers and some french onion soup at Solvista.

On Saturday we went skiing at Winterpark. The snow was incredible. Definitely the best I’ve skied all year. We skied a long day then retired back to Leber’s condo. Some additional friends met us there and fixed us a huge meal of spaghetti, meatballs, sausage, salad, asparagus, garlic bread, beer, and wine. And we watched Saving Private Ryan. Three of the five people in the room cried.

On Sunday we drove back into town and I went over to my mom’s for lunch. I watched The Virgin Suicides and caught up on the latest war news. It was a mellow, pleasant weekend.

They Got Along Like Gangbusters

Last night at the hockey game a little boy about four or five was sitting behind me with his older brother. During the intermission, this conversation between them took place.

LK: Hey! I just saw my frwend over there.
OB: Really? Where?
LK: Over there. His name is Noah.
OB: Yeah, that’s cool. Noah’s cool.
LK: Ummmm. But Noah is….uhhhhh. Noah’s imaginary. He’s an imaginary friend.
OB: Oh, that’s cool. Imaginary friends are cool.
LK: Yeah.
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Time For Crock-Pots

On Saturday after having breakfast over at my brothers and taking cat naps all afternoon I went to the 10th annual chili cook-off. Time for crock-pots, beano ©, homebrew, caber-toss and tandem saw competitions, campfires, friends and plenty of partying. The chili cook-off is one of my favorite annual parties. This tradition started with about 20 friends back college and has grown to tremendous proportions since. I have attended nearly all the chili cook-offs since the first annual, missing only maybe two or three.

Like the past 3 years, the monumental event was again held at the Evergreen Cabin. This year there were over 75 attendees and 20 chilies (plus 2 vegetarian entries). Local bluegrass band “Forty Gallon Still” also played making this years chili cook-off one of the best yet. I didn’t meet as many new people this time but got to catch up with quite a few old acquaintances that I haven’t seen since the last chili cook-off. It was a great time. Thanks to BJ for the great hospitality. And oh yeah, happy birthday.
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Actually, Joanne Helped Raise Me

The weekend officially started off over at my brother’s new apartment. My family, (both parents even), the brothers’s girlfriend’s mom (one of the best Gumbo chefs I know), Trout’s family, and various other friends all got together to party. The function of the party was three-fold: as a housewarming for my brother and his girlfriend, as chance for everyone to get to meet each other, and to eat some of the best gumbo west of the Mississippi. In addition to the great company and excellent food, the evening included babies, dancing, beer, wine, gin & juice, drawing, impromptu jam sessions on pots, pans, air guitars, real guitars, vocal chords and any other instrument that could be found or invented, and tons of laughter. After the party we all went to the bar. This was probably not a good idea. Some of us were not allowed in the bar for various reasons – those of us that made it were kicked out in less than 15 minutes. Apparently the owner/manager of The Park doesn’t take kindly to grown men dawning some of their girlfriends accessories and acting like they are picking up on him. Getting kicked out was totally worth seeing that grumpy old man’s reaction though.
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