Well, well, well. So much has transpired in the last six days it feels that my body has been put through a ringer.
Brutha Can You Spare A Grand?
If it was physically possible to hemorage money, I would currently be doing so. Even with the pre-paying for my flight to Colorado the expenses, some planned ($60 for airport parking!), some unplanned (speeding ticket) have piled up higher than the snow anticipated at the Monarch Mountain Lodge this winter.
To make financial matters steeper, when I arrived at my car last night I noticed that the tire I repaired a few weeks back had once again given up its air. My trip to work today included dropping the Jackmobile off at Firestone for four new rubbers, which after all was said and done added another $770 to my next credit statement.
All Things Considered, It Was A Wonderful Weekend
Not being a skiier Colorado sans snow is the way I like it. The land between Denver and Salida is rugged and stunningly beautiful, at least during the time of you when you can see the land. When asked if I could see myself living in Colorado, my answer is always “no” because I’m not too keen on snow and cold any longer.
To say that I was Jonesing for internet access in Colorado would be a bit of an understatement.
As you can imagine with five days of beautiful weather and countryside I’ve got a slew of (tourist) pictures to dig through but nothing to post yet. Looking back I realize that I should have done some post processing but I chose drinking instead. Photos will return tomorrow.
This vacation was built around the Colorado InvaHashional 12, a weekend-long drinking binge with some hashing thrown in for good measure. On Saturday and Sunday trails of varying difficulty were laid. On Saturday I chose the second-hardest, the Eagle trail, and scared the shit out of myself by doing an endo when the rocks I stepped upon while going down the side of the mountain gave way. I didn’t roll far, the jagged edges of the rocks on which I landed prevented that. On Sunday I chose the friendlier Turkey trail. Beer for the hash event was provided in mass quantities by Durango Colorado’s Ska Brewery. I guess the dry air and altitude really have an affect on alcohol because I found my cup of beer empty nearly every time I looked into it.
Sadly with the current state of “international terroristic we are all gonna die on a plane even if there are no muthafuckin snakes on it” affairs I was unable to bring back some of the sweet microbrewed nectar that is the only reason I recognize Colorado on the map of the United States. Eventhough I have sworn my allegiance to New Belgium Brewery’s Fat Tire Amber Ale more than once in the past, on this trip I drank like the beer slut that I desire to be. If the brain cells which remain tally correctly I consumed beers from no fewer than six of Colorado’s microbrewers, and in most instances sampled more than one variety from each.
CD Pick Of The Week
Since I’ll be doing some cutting of expenses it’s likely that I’ll not be purchasing music this week. If I had the desire for new tunes this week I’d most likely plunk down cash for the new Audioslave release “Revelations”.
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – whooped, I need a vacation day to recover from my vacation.
Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 26 playing Built To Spill — “Conventional Wisdom”
Website Of The Day – I’m sure you’ve heard about the YouTube, but have you checked out Dabble yet?
Exercise (b)Log – hashing