Couchville

First weekend alone in Denver! I would love to say that I went sight seeing, checked out all the roadways, and met some cool people.... but no. Not so much. I spent most of the weekend right here on this couch watching and surfing the web. And by surfing the web, I mean checking my email and Facebook 9,351 times.
Friday night, I did go out with Jackie to a bar down the street from her apartment. Don't ask what it's called because I can't pronounce it, nor can I spell it. BOY were there some characters in there! First off, in the parking lot, we find the drunk birthday girl.
"I'm hammered! Whoooo!", she says. I'm hoping she is just 21 because that's the way she was acting. This girl was all sorts of dressed up, but looked like she just walked out of Walmart, if you catch my drift. I thought her boobs were going to pop out of her dress with all the bouncing she did.
Inside there were more.
There was a little short girl that looked like a blonde Crystal Gayle in high hills. There was even a dude that walked in with a real mullet. On purpose. Also a dude with a shirt that looked like the bathrooms wallpaper. I was going to hang a picture on him, so confused.
What we also found was some black white folks. Lots of those. Crooked hats, big gold chains, and ridiculously sagging pants. I felt old.
Saturday, didn't do much but hit up the treadmill and get a haircut. And then, back to the couch. I was GOING to head downtown for a little fun, but decided that Thirsty's was a better place for me and went there by myself. It was pretty crowded but I did find my spot at the bar and had a good time. Noticed that they sold tshirts..... uh oh. Damn right, I'm getting one. Or three.
Today was more of the same: treadmill and the couch. Going to pick up Natalie later so tonight is done, too.
I will say this: I know I talk a lot of shit about being home (Texas) a lot. I know I used to think that I could move away and not think twice about it. But being up here for a month now, I'm pretty sure that is not in my cards. I was pretty homesick this weekend. Probably because I was by myself, but either way, I wanted to go to Mac's instead of Thirsty's. I wanted to hang out with Bryan and Jered instead of "Lenny" and "Melissa". I wanted to go home and sleep on my own couch instead of the one here. Ha. But what can ya do. Gotta do work, son! Time to grow up. Just wish I wasn't doing it away from all my folks.
This week should fly because of all the work that is to be done. I'll be home this weekend for the Fouth. Should be DAMN good times so I'll keep you posted. As soon as I get up off the couch.

Until next time....

Class Act

Last night, most of the team and I went to Boulder for dinner. Hit traffic on the way in, of course, but headed for Pearl Street to find something to do. Jason and I were in search of tshirts from a bar - classy, right? Ended up buying some from a place called the Lazy Dog. JUST because the back of it says, "Eat. Drink. Be Lazy". That's my kind of motto.
Went to dinner at The Med, which was pretty cool. Had a Coors Original (classy) and at what I THOUGHT was just penne pasta and sauce. Found out later there was cheese in them there pastas. Oops. Not as bad as I thought, but yea... felt it.
Jason and I went to another bar because he wanted another shirt. Sundown Saloon is my kind of place EXCEPT when I ordered a Bud Light, the bartender spilt it on me. Cool. So I had to walk around with a big beer spot on my shirt, holding two other shirts from another bar, and holding one in my hand (classy).
As we were walking down Pearl, a random homeless dude walked to me and handed me a pine cone and said, "This is for you". How sweet, right? Not weired at all. I felt bad if I just threw it down there so I carried it down the street and threw it at a tree (classy). Figured it wanted to go back home.
FURTHER down the street, we were walking behind this dude that had stopped to look at his phone and "accidentally" farted as we were walking up (classy). And then he makes this sound like, "oops!" like that nigga didn't know it was coming. Really? I don't know about you, but I know when it's coming. And I don't let it go while two dudes are walking up. Ass.
Today, Jason is staying at the apt with me while Natalie is in DC. We had PLANNED on going out and getting hammered since we finally could without driving all over the place. What's up, Thirsty's (classy). Instead, we grab a quick dinner, Jason falls asleep on the couch, and I go for a run. Ended up just watching Alice in Wonderland and calling it a night. That's not gay, is it?
I think I've had it up to here (head) with Facebook and the RIDICULOUS dependence people have on it. If I un"tag" myself from a photo YOU took, don't get mad: it's Facebook. If I don't post a "like" to what stupid activity you're doing at the moment since I DIDN'T post on the one you posted 5 minutes ago, don't get mad: It's Facebook. I have been losing friends daily. But seriously, I have 500+ friends. If I don't know which friend I lost, IT DOESN'T MATTER TO ME: it's Facebook. I don't give a shit about your "crops", I don't give a shit about how many coins you need to complete your pirates chest, I don't give a shit about if you need to "attack a paramilitary police force" - I don't even know what that means! IT'S FACEBOOK. It's an internet site that provides a reason to be nosey.

AND to promote when I'm going to have a party.

So don't delete me. And comment on my status. They're pretty classy. I'm serious.

Until next time...

Well well (black preacher voice)

Apparently, Germany was played in the World Cup on Friday. The only reason I know is because my roommate is German and was up at 5:30am to watch. I "just happened" to wake up at 4:30am and couldn't go back to sleep. Around "game" time, I hear Natalie get up and turn the tv on. For 90 minutes, I she is ALL about this game. Either she's fending off intruder's in our apartment or she is REALLY into this game. Grunts and stomps and all sorts of fanatic noises. Walked out later and she is standing BEHIND a chair in the living room, I guess, because she can't even stand to sit and watch. That's support, right there! I get it.

Just not for soccer.

Anyway, they lose and I'm glad she was working from home that day because I know it would have been hell for her to be in the office. (And for us, too.)

Saw a Kevin Hart at Arlington Improv on Friday night. Good times. Started drinking around 7:30pm and the show didn't start until 11:45pm. Oops. You all know my laugh. Like, I'm pretty sure I can laugh here in Denver and you'd hear me in Dallas. I get it. Which is why I didn't want to sit too close to the stage because my shit tends to be called out from time to time. Luckily, my man B acted a fool and nobody paid attention to me. Ha. It was awesome.
Saturday was supposed to be busy, but ended up being me and B just hanging out all day. He ate at the Green Cactus Tex Mex restaurant in Mesquite (scary) and I just drank my water in peace. I know Mexicans. And this was not one of them. Just saying.
Watched Wicked with some cool folks and then headed to my home, Mac's Tavern afterward. Hung out with more cool folks and finally hit the pillow. I think I had all of 5 hours of sleep since Thursday.

Came into Denver on the ROUGHEST ride I've ever been on. To the point to where I thought to myself, "If I die right now, I'm gonna be super pissed." But made it here and had a Sunday Funday with Jason. Let's just say $4 Jager is a good thing. Our waitress's name was Cinnamon.....

Really?
Either she's a whore or her mother was. I'm not judging... just saying.

Home now, getting ready for a ridiculously busy week. Gotta get this airline going and going well. I'm about to attack this shit like Al Queda....

Wow. Too soon?

Until next time....

Found Jack!

Today was a "good" day at work, if you could call it that. We got further today than we did the last two weeks, which is good, but MAN am I exhausted. Which is why I had to drink tonight... just saying.
Met Sylvia and her husband, Mike, at a place called CB & Potts. Equivalent to Humperdinks, it was not too shabby at all. Except for the waiter. He was pretty inattentive, but all in all, he wasn't THAT bad, I guess. Lakers won... yay.... but otherwise, a pretty good time. Jason, Mike, and I took a shot. That's what we do, I guess. Ate some ribs, which I RARELY do in public just because it gets all messy and with my big Jewish nose, there is bound to be some barbecue sauce on there still now. NOT like last night, though.
Last night, the crew and I went to an Italian restaurant downtown called Maggiano's. VERY good food, but it was family portions. And with 7 people, we STILL couldn't finish it. I left there feeling like I had eaten a small Italian family and topped it off with Tiramisu. Wanted to go out, but there is no way I could've gone anywhere without coming home and exploding first.
Anywho...
FOUND JACK IN THE BOX! Well... didn't really FIND it, but I know where it is. And it isn't far! Thanks to Erin for telling me where it is (because she read my blog... ALREADY!), she called and told me where to find it. It's like finding a dollar - you can't really do anything with it... UNTIL YOU GO TO JACK IN THE BOX and then you can get two tacos. Just saying.
Going home this weekend, but it's a busy one. I got shit planned pretty much every minute I'm there. That's good, though. I won't be at the apt much, but hopefully I can get SOME shit done there so that when I finally do go home for a longer period of time (maybe next July sometime), it will be complete. And probably get drunk in the mean time. Don't judge me.

Until next time....

Got your 80's in my pants

The 80's were about 30 years ago.... and we brought them back in FULL effect on Saturday night. Ha. AWESOME time! Put on my slap bracelet, tight rolled my jeans, and looked fat as HELL in my tucked in white shirt and vest.
Seriously, can't be DJ Sweatervest without a vest. I know own about 4 that I don't think I'll ever wear again. But I'm glad I own them...
Lot's of folks showed up, had a GREAT celebration for Jered and Josh's bdays, and got pretty hammered. It's been awhile so I think I deserved it? Sure. Why not.
VERY nice to see some folks I haven't seen in awhile. Even if it has only been about 2 weeks, I really miss my folks down there. And Mac's is home, man! I freaking love that place. Ain't nothing like it.
The flight back was weird. I didn't sleep much at ALL Saturday night (for reasons I'll leave be) and was still pretty hammered on Sunday. Something was stupid with the airline so we didn't get our seat assignments until we got to the gate. Ended up in the VERY last row. Next to a hot chick, but there was a little child on the other side of her so that's where her attention was. Except.... except when I was falling asleep and I kinda sorta fell towards her seat in my slumber.... yup.... good impressions. Go me.

Jason came up this week to work with us up here so it's been cool. Took him to Thirsty's yesterday and it was like being back at the Stumble Inn without the bad jokes and biker folks. Plenty of white folks to go around, just no biker folks. Played some pool, drank some alcohol, and was back home by 11pm. Like I said: we're responsible alcoholics. Still in the company van so I am not about to trip.
Speaking of the company vehicle, for dinner that night, Natalie and I took Jason to a place up I-25 called Rock Bottom Brewery. Because of my gay ass expired ID (yes, the renewal is on the way but I haven't received it yet), they wouldn't serve me beer so we had to go next door to the Cheeky Monk. The only think I can think of when I say that is "Hi moy name is Soyman. And I loyk to do drawrings...." Old SNL is awesome. Anyway, on the way back we realized the the back seat to Big Bertha was REALLY secure to the bottom of the floor.... so we hit a bump. And all I see in the rearview mirror is Jason flying through the air and hitting his head on the roof. I almost had to pull over, I was laughing so hard. The van is so freaking big to begin with, and Jason's head is so over-sized, that he was just bouncing away. Looked like a bobble head. Tripped out! Nat thought it was a little too dangerous for that to happen so we got to change the van out for a smaller model. Rolling in style in a Dodge, baby! Still have the tape deck, but it also comes with a cd player. Whatcanyado...

Having this fool up here is good AND very bad. We were sitting in a meeting this afternoon with the team and the words, "you have to take out your package..." came out of her mouth.

Yea.

So if you know Jason and I, we are like 13 year old boys in grown ass men bodies. And I KNEW he would laugh so I tried not to look at him. Caught a glimpse of his head falling and that was it for me. Laughed even harder because I was trying to hold it in. This fool is going to get me in trouble. But I freaking love it. Don't get to make those jokes up here so I'm glad he's here.
At dinner, the words were, "that's a huge jalapeno".

That's what she said.

Anywho, trying not to get into too much trouble. But he's here next week and the girls are out to a conference on Wed. So he's staying at the apt with me. We'll see how well Thur and Fri morning go. I'll keep you posted.

Still no Jack in the Box. I guess Jack don't like prairie dogs, Subway, and liquor stores.

Until next time...

Subway and Liquor

Denver: Eat fresh and get hammered.
I swear, in Thornton, anyway, there is a Subway and and liquor about every 3 blocks. It's the weirdest thing I've ever seen! I don't understand who wants a sandwich and a fifth of vodka??
Ok.... maybe that's not that bad.....
Speaking of eating, Natalie and I went to dinner tonight with a lady who kinda invited herself. I say "kinda" because my momma told me if you can't say anything nice then don't say anything at all.

Which brings me to my next point, this will be my last post ever in life.

You all know that ain't me.
Anyway, Nat and I were talking about having dinner somewhere in Boulder for sushi and a lady overheard us and says, "I don't like sushi, but I'm sure I can order something else on the menu".
What the hell? Really? Yea, order something else - at the burger joint YOU'RE going to since ain't nobody invited you with us! What kind of non-friend having, 46 cats at home, "It's Pat" lookin' person does that?? That's just rude.
Being the nice people we are (hold for laughter), she came along and it really wasn't bad. She's a nice woman, just a little too pushy and strange. Eh. What can ya do....
Boulder is pretty awesome. It's kind of like Austin, but cleaner. FULL of hippies, but like, the new wave hippie. To where they'll where hemp dresses and not wash their hair for weeks, but drink coffee and spend $36 on a tshirt and eat sushi. I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure that's kinda not the same.
Had a vodka-7 with dinner that came out pink, for some reason. Not sure if it was the glass or the vodka or just my eyes turning 30, but that shit was pink. Tried to get Natalie to taste it. Her response: "Thursday is not vodka day".
Guess I missed that memo.

Denver radio SUCKS! Bad. And it doesn't help that Big Bertha only has a tape deck. Guess I'll have to bring my tapes back with me this weekend. I'm sure we'll be jamming to some Digital Underground or Heavy D but it's better than the 3 song commercial breaks these fools are trying to pull. Seriously, 46 different stations, EVERYBODY talking. Ain't that a....

I'll tell you something else about Denver folks, they don't give a FUCK about a red light. Either these folks are color blind or they are some straight up G's who don't give a DAMN about getting T-boned. I guess they have some bad ass insurance 'round these parts.

So I've been running/walking a lot more lately now that I'm not going out as much here. Hopefully so I can come home some hot mexican dude and finally go on a date with someone besides Bryan. I mean he's cool and all, but... not really the same. Told Stephen Lopez about the tredmill workings and he asked if there was a Bud Light on a string in front of it.
He's a funny guy.....

I'm going home this weekend! Hitting up the 80's party at Mac's on Saturday night (brought to you by your's truely). Should be good times. Haven't done karaoke since the Sunday I left and I'm fixin' ta SANG! See ya there? Yea. That's what I thought. Tight roll your jeans and come say hi to me.

Until next time....

Two trains, one moring....

So I don't know how it works, but we got stopped by 2 different trains on the way to work today. Someone REALLY didn't want us to ge there on time. Hey... can't fight the forces of the world. Just saying.
This week has been a lot better than last week, as far as missing home. Maybe because I've actually been "working out" lately. Walking/running for an hour an a half a day. Kinda feels good. And I know if I were at home, I'd be drinking. A lot. Eh.... Still rather do that. Don't judge me.
I'd also like to give a BIG Happy Anniversary to the Fox's, Cece and Jason. Two really cool people who don't come out enough. Just saying. I was actually at their wedding a couple of years ago. VERY cool. Too bad we couldn't stay and get drunk with, apparently, EVERYONE else there. Ha.
So... can't find a Jack in the Box here. Not that it's on my list of shit I eat daily, but if I EVER get drunk here, I may need to hit that up. Just saying. I'll keep searching....
CAN'T WAIT FOR FRIDAY! I am really ready to see my folks and hang with people that like to party like me. Having the 80's party at Mac's on Saturday for Josh and Jered's birthday, even though Jered doesn't want it. Birthdays are a HUGE deal to me. I figure, you get ONE day a year... one day that's your's and no one else's. And I say celebrate the shit out of it! Get down with the get down. Do a little dance. Make a little love.
Hope to see you guys Saturday. If not, you suck as a person.

Until next time....