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January 30, 2006
Hard to Beat (even for the Beat Officers)
These past few days have been utterly fantastic, in about 300 different ways.
Not least of which was seeing one of my best friends cage dance...but I get ahead of myself.
On Thursday, I met with a counselor from the Denver Small Business Development Center, which is run in conjunction with the Small Business Administration. His name? Abram Sloss. His game? Listening to my plan and lending some stone-cold excellent advice. An hour and a half after meeting him, and having a totally candid and funny conversation, I walked out of the office buoyed with hope and ambition. He dug my ideas, dug me, and said I could call him or come meet with him any time.
Duuuude. I think I just really lucked out with this one. He's started up businesses in Denver before and is just doing this counseling thing to keep him kind of occupied while he hunts around for his next gig. I assured him that I would keep him occupied...for years to come. He also seems like a bit of a rulebreaker, which suits me...just...right.
So, hot off the heels of my time with Abram Sloss-some, I swung by the aforementioned Bounce/Lounge to introduce myself to the owner - and her mother. Literally, these women couldn't have been sweeter if they'd been coated in Splenda, sauteed in butterscotch and served on a bed of cotton candy. Between the two of them, they called me, "Honey" about 15 times. The owner, whose business card - incidentally - lists her occupation as, "The Shit," said she'd love to get a beer and give me the full scoop about running a bar in Denver when she returns to town in a few weeks.
That should be illuminating, in every sense of the word. I'm sure her perspective will be invaluable.
I also like beer. Win win.
THEN - things just got better and better. With Allison, Marie and I enjoying a Reunite on Ice, events took a turn for the familiar: skiing, dranking, fighting with bartenders, getting free rounds, dancing...you know. The basics.
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Hellllloooo Winter Park! I busted out my killer new skis and boots on this trip and must say, bypassing the plague of "numb foot dented shin" I've been experiencing with rentals made my day. I was popping flips, skiing backwards, jumping off the chairlift into 10 feet of powder, hauling down back-country hills to avoid being shot by avalanche guns...oh man...you should've seen it.
While Allison determined that nothing would suit the Colorado slopes better than an incredibly fetching and stylish chapeau offset by a hot pink neck wrap, I chose to accent my outfit with a dash of "crazy face."
My little Darth Vader.
Back in Denver, we decided to start the night with some wine. Then some margaritas. Then some vodka drinks. Then some beer. Then some clubs. Then some more drinks. Then some fighting off a 20-year old muscle-head named Fred. Then some burritos. Then some taxis.
And then? Then some broooootal hangovers.
Though nothing could beat a night spent watching a 6th grade teacher cage dance...
A couple of drunk girls consider playing Twister...
Go through with it...
And then wisely forego additonal Twister to enjoy some hearty servings of dance floor man meat...
But nothing - nothing - could be a better topper to our day than this: MY FAVORITE PICTURE EVER.
Behold the beauty:
My work here is through.
Posted by Bree at January 30, 2006 08:12 AM