August 23, 2008
Whee!
Matt and I are going to Santa Fe in early October to celebrate our *one*year*anniversary*! (We, too, are shocked.) Though I was just thinking how I really didn't have any excuse to go back to Santa Fe anytime soon, the idea was planted when a co-worker told me about a weekend trip there and bloomed when my friend said that October is the best time to visit. There was talk of warm days, cold nights, fireplaces, the smell of burning piñon and the crisp light of fall. Then I remembered there's a Trader Joe's and I was done for.
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As hoped for, our trip to the hinterlands was a great success. There were hikes, beers, sunshine and rainbows, cowboy potatoes served up alongside cowboys and my first ever golf game (during which, ahem, the owner of the course said I was a "natural" and better than 25-percent of the women who played there). I learned that the U.S. Forest Service is not a respected agency, that women who work summers around town are called "ranch cookies," that hubcaps lock in 4-wheel drive, that native son Matthew Fox is a hot motherfucker (though I already knew that, just confirmed), that taxidermic skins are stretched over foam molds and that, when you golf, you have to decide whether you're going to put your arms over your boobs or under them. The squeeze method I perfected is not the ideal. The scenery was increeeedible. The people were increeeeedibly friendly and funny and cool. There were five stuffed bighorn sheep heads lined up on the wall of the bar. I left the shampoo and conditioner Matt bought me in the motel. The dogs hated the "all natural" biscuits I got them. Matt packed four pairs of shoes, me only two. (Turns out he was right.) So here's the story: turns out if I play my cards right, I just might get to spend **all** next summer up there, writing and reveling and dodging moose in one of the most beautiful places I've ever been in my life. Matt's pleased as rum punch that I'd even consider it but, like I told him, Dubois reminded me a lot more of where I done came from than Denver ever would or ever could. I guess there's something to be said for trying to find home. Besides, the longer I stay up there, the better chance I have of matin' and relatin' with the aforementioned Fox. And that's important.
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Matt and I are heading up to Dubois, Wyoming on Saturday for a four-day vacation. Matt lived in "The Equality State" for eight years, and still has a house there. Actually two houses. But the one that's livable has a renter. And the other one apparently doesn't have water. Or walls. Or floors. Or something like that. He's assured me that by no means will he force me to stay there. And, reader, it's that kind of consideration that makes me tell him, "I love your head and everything that's in it." I know from Wikipedia that Dubois was once named Never Sweat. And that's good news. Other good news from Jacksonhole.net: Set in the upper Wind River valley, the town is framed by Butch Cassidy's haunting Dubois Badlands to the east, the stark, stunning Absaroka Range to the north, and the majestic Wind River Range to the south. A stroll down the main street, most of it still appointed with boardwalks, yields a taste of Wyoming's Old West flavor. Log buildings, saloons, quaint shops, and even tipis welcome the travel-weary visitor. The nearby Wind River Range, revered by Native Americans for years before the white man's arrival, is replete with history and wildlife second to none. Shoshones and Sheepeater Indians traveled and hunted throughout this range, which borders the 2.2-million-acre Wind River Reservation, today home to Northern Arapaho and Eastern Shoshone tribes. A summer outdoor enthusiast could easily spend an entire season in the Winds, taking in the glow of the past and the appeal of the present. Backpackers and hikers to the Winds can choose from nearly 800 miles of trails lacing the range's vast, stunning even sublime beauty. Over 150 glaciers work the Winds, calling out to hikers and climbers alike. Naturally, the Winds are studded with lakes and creeks, themselves teeming with rainbow, cutthroat, golden, brook, German brown, and Mackinaw trout. So anglers should come well supplied and ready to reel. What's more, the same wildlife that Yellowstone visitors can spy also makes its way among the Winds. One of the world's most magnificent big game animals, the Rocky Mountain bighorn sheep, is showcased in the Dubois area, both indoors and outdoors. The Whiskey Mountain Wildlife Habitat Area, just minutes from town, is home to North America's largest wintering herd of Rocky Mountain bighorn sheep. And the National Bighorn Sheep Interpretive Center, in downtown Dubois, provides an awe-inspiring venue for the country's most impressive display of these majestic creatures. We're planning on hiking, golfing (I may just drive the cart. Remains to be seen.), drinking, hanging and going to see a SECRETIVE wonder of nature that no tourists know about yet (and I'm not talking about the tipis). It'd be a real shame if we couldn't schedule in some sort of joust between the bighorn sheep and the Sheepeaters while we were there as well.
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After a lovely fourth of July weekend with Matt's family in Steamboat Springs (above) - and an epic FIVE-HOUR journey back to Denver (imagined image: shaking fist at I-70 traffic), I'm trying to get my assorted shit together to fly home to Massachusetts tomorrow. The travel is intense: out of the house at 6 a.m., 8 a.m. flight to Baltimore (where I never see McNulty no matter how hard I squeeze my eyes together and wish), layover, and then 3 p.m. flight to Albany. Egads. Luckily for me, there's loads of fun stuff on the Northeastern docket. A day at the Brimfield Flea Market, a party at my brother's house, a day and night at Brooke's lake house in Vermont, and a weekend visit from Rick of Denver/Cambridge/NYC are among the highlights. Of course, seeing a fair amount of my besties, getting good sleeps in my childhood bedroom, lounging at the pool, fondling the horses, dogs and cats, running on dirt roads under tree canopies, and eating my weight in Archway molasses cookies also rank high. So, I'll try to blog but as you see - I might be distracted by a preponderance of horse butt.
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We're going up to Matt's family's house outside of Breckenridge tomorrow to spend the night and kick back in the mountains. I can't wait. This whole "working from home" thing is giving me some sorta intense cabin fever. I'm, like, at 102 degrees right now. And hallucinating. The plan is to head out of town after our respective fitness classes early in the morning (me - Pilates; Matt - chi gung, which I don't know how to spell but is basically three hours of deep lunges) and then take the dogs for a hike before settling in for a night of Ruk Shuk tourneys and cold beers. The following weekend, we'll be heading to the lake in Nebraska for a big party hosted by Marie's folks. Then, it'll be up to Steamboat for the 4th of July, followed almost immediately by my trip back to Massachusetts and New York. This summer is already flying by, and it's hardly begun. Damn it feels good to be a gangsta.
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For some reason, I loathe writing about vacations. So bear with this short description: it was fun, relaxing, and full of good, quality sleep (10 hours a night) and lots of time sweating at the beach. We rented a car and drove around the island one day, went snorkeling, swam in the pool at our place, read, bought rum drinks, freaked out about bugs (me), freaked out about lizards (me), went fishing (Matt) and ate a lot of buttery meat that came in shells. My favorite part of the trip, however, was on the plane ride down when I woke up from a nap, looked at the book in Matt's hands and asked him if it was fiction or nonfiction. The book he was reading? World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War. This may trump the time I pronounced "oregano" like "Oregon"...and then asked Elliott what exactly this "oregano" was.
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We'll be back on May 3rd!
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I wrote before about the endless mansion, built by Mrs. WInchester (of Winchester Rifles) to escape her own guilty ghosts. Leave it to Paul Auster to add more details to what has become an absolute must-see for me: "Or Mrs. Winchester, the widow of the rifle manufacturer, who feared that the ghosts of the people killed by her husband's rifles were coming to take her soul - and therefore continually added rooms onto her house, creating a monstrous labyrinth of corridors and hideouts, so that she could sleep in a different room every night and thereby elude the ghosts, the irony being that during the San Francisco earthquake of 1906 she was trapped in one of those rooms and nearly staved to death because she couldn't be found by the servants." More facts: - Construction continued around-the-clock from 1884 until 1922 OK, that last one was made up, but my GOD can you imagine? If she wasn't nutso before (doubtful), that certainly would've sealed the deal.
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Matt and I are heading to Chicago early in the a.m. to hang with the Design Boner ladies, the inestimable Molly and Dave, and (surprise!) my sister-in-law and nephew, who will be in town touring Northwestern and U Chicago. Plans include salsa dancing (correction: watching others salsa dance while I drown my coordination sorrows in 18 bombay and tonics), dinner here, a perhaps pedicure (I'm begging, Mol), shopping, giggling, squeezing Evan and 4,000 beers in honor of this man. Thus, if I haven't returned your phone calls, e-mails or any other forms of communique, don't take it real personal-like. It's not that I don't find you absolutely intoxicating. It's just, shit's been hectic this week, and promises to be next as well when the shadowy rider comes to town.
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My former boytoy and tech-blogger extraordinaire Stephen wrote an interesting post about flying with the new CLEAR system identification card. Considering his first experience resulted in him being carded three times at SFO, and beat through security by a non-CLEARed couple flying with a stroller, I think I'll pass on this particular improvement for the time-being.
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Sarah Winchester (1839–1922), heiress to the Winchester rifle fortune, grief-stricken at the death of her husband and infant daughter, was told by a medium that she must move to California and never stop building on a giant house, to appease the ghosts of all those who had died by her family’s evil rifles. Which she did. The Winchester Mystery House, now a tourist attraction in San Jose, California, built over 38 years, has 160 rooms, 40 staircases, 950 doors, and 10,000 windows. - Vanity Fair article on Theresa Duncan and Jeremy Blake
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I'm off to Europa Europa tonight and won't be back 'til the morn. Or actually the eve. Of the 17th. Feel free to break into my home and molest my homesitter whilst I'm gone. I'm told she likes hunks and Kentucky bourbon - and not necessarily in that order. Just sayin'.
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I know it's generally not thought of as the coolest thing in the world to post your e-mails on your blog, but alas - I see your stereotypes and I hammer them down. Repeatedly. With my hammer. You know the one: the really big framing hammer I bought on sale? Or the really wimpy girl hammer I bought to replace it? Or the solid, steady, normal hammer Rick gave me to ensure I actually had a hammer that could be of use? In this hammering scenario, any of the three, honestly, will do. Wait. MC Hammer, if I had a haaaamer, oh yes. Checccck out how psyched I am I'm going to ENGLAND AND SPAIN in less than two weeks, and then double checccck out how fun the girl is I'm going to be visiting. Ready? GO: where art thou??? i think you must be in nouveau mexico if i am to believe your web log soooooooooooooooooo exccccccccccccccciiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiited that you're cooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooming soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon 12 days to be exact - 6 of one and half a dozen of the other AND i've taken the thursday off toowooowooowoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo that can be our pre-barca topshop shop day...but the shopping's goood in barcelona too however we wont be able to fit into anything there because we'll be bustin a gut with the taparama so best to get the shopping done pre-bloat. And that's my girl. Stylish, excitable...and realistic. Too bad she's taken, boys, as not only is she the best damned time on several continents, she's super gorge to boot.
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My main Maman and I are off to Santa Fe and Taos tomorrow for several days of margaritas and conspicuous consumption. See you on the flipside. Special notes: ANP and MPN and M?P- Good luck(s) with the move(s)! There, I think I've shouted out to all 10 of my readers. 11 if you count Deuce. But she's dyslexic so I understand if you wouldn't.
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Due to some really deep conversations with some really sage folk, I've gained quite a bit of insight since coming home.
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Behold the 2-bedroom apartment Sherri, Sherri's Barcelonian boyfriend and I will be staying in in the fair Spanish city come this October 11th... There's already been talk of "clubbing til dawn" and 5-hour tapas feasts. Erm. Sounds like my kind of trip EXACTAMENTS. I really can't wait for this one...really, truly.
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From Consumerist.com: Anyway - beware if you are flying on [British Airways] into London. Might want to use FedEx for your bags instead.Our reader isn't kidding. Check out this Wall Street Journal article confirming much of the same. According to it, BA has mishandled 28 bags per 1,000 passengers in this year's second quarter, which is twice the worst US major airline, US Airways. In the first half of this year, BA lost bags for more than half a million travelers this year. Even Regis Philbin isn't immune. They lost two of his wife's suitcases and returned one sopping wet, with her favorite Armani dress inside, ruined. Not Joy's Armani! If these bleeding, dodgy sods think they're gonna drop their knickers and piss all over all the Topshop gear I pick up on the other side of the OCEAN (clearly not a pond), they're gonna...well...they're gonna go ahead and do it, I guess. Shitters and mash. Maybe I should just plan on wearing ALL of it home a la Scarlett Johansson. Something to consider.
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Newest plans for my trip 'cross seas come October? Renting an apartment in Barcelona for four days! Say what? Say si! Oh man, oh man, oh man.
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Kiddados! As of 4 this afternoon, I'll be on the highway road to Nebraskey. As such, I won't have my typical access to the World Wide Internet all weekend (this might kill me) and my cellular service also will be very limited. If you - or any of your fellow NRA members - need to get in touch with me or The Deuce, it just might have to wait until our triumphant return from the land of corn on Sunday afternoon. That goes double for Heston, Moses or no.
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Seriously? Tue, Oct 9, 2007 Denver, CO to London, United Kingdom Wed, Oct 17, 2007 London, United Kingdom to Denver, CO
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Yup...I'm back babies! Air conditioning in my house is apparently *not* working, the Deuce is still in doggy day care and I have about 7,000 things to do in the next five minutes, so the major posting will have to wait 'til I slow down a bit. In its stead, check out the picturs (in order) o'er to Flickr. Or just go sun your buns.
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I'm off to Seattle (heretofore: Breeattle) today for several days of adventure and bonhomie with the J-clowns (theretofore: Jake, Jason and JJ). Couldn't be more excited about it. Also plan to realize my 10th-grade dream of nailing Eddie Vedder, so there's that. And yes, Stephen, I will get his autograph for you.
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Se-att-uhl? I hardly knew ye. Just sent this to my bestie, Sherri, o'er in the London town: Come to think of it, I haven't been to England since '97, when I met my buddy Liz over there and got so drunk on whiskey that I got into the shower the next morning with my bra on...and thus had to go to Leeds Castle BRALESS. Oh the times. Suffice it. Me and London need a reacquaint. And I need to spend some time with the girl I call "best work friend EEEEVER." I mean, serious. How many e-mails of the "p.s. boyfriend has moved to london, we're getting our own lil place in a couple weeks...with a guest room that has a sign on the door with a unicorn on it and colourful letters that spell out b-r-e-e" messages do I have to get before I just buy the effing ticket? Done and donezo. Pass the crumpets and the fags. Oh. Yeah. that timing is perf...my birthday is september 10 so that would be the best prezzie :-) wanna fit in another country or two? we could always go to barcelona...you would love jacob's friends there...fun and funner...i've also been wanting to go to copenhagen if you're interested...might spark some scandilicious design ideas? how's the store development? you are my absolute inspiration. please don't ever go back to the corporate life or all my hopes and dreams will be crushed. so yeah yeah yeah...book that ticket!!! xoxooxoxoxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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In just a few short days, like ten or something, Garth and I will be packing up the covered wagon, yoking the oxen and making our way to Seattle, Washington for a five-day, four-night hang-around with Jake and Jason and JJ in the city that grunge built. The city that grunge built that I insist on referring to with a cockney accent. If anyone has any suggestions as to how to wile away our time, please lemme know o'er to Briggles at the gmail dot computer. Garth likes the "outdoors" and "physical activity." I like "spending money" and "eating." So advise away. Oh and if anyone feels like taking a vaguely stinky, wholly snorty and occasionally vomitous boxer for a few days...that also can be arranged. She drools a *tiny* bit, cuts some pretty outrageous farts and likes to blow snots in your face as a sign of affection but trust me, the beast couldn't be sweeter.
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The BF and I are ff in the early a.m. to the familial homestead in deepest Massachusetts. There we will sup on horsemeat soufflé and gooseberry mash, followed by everyone's favorite decadence: prunewhip a la coolwhip. And that's just the first night. On Wennsday, we'll be flying to Miami for some sort of festive gathering involving bright colors, tanned boobies and Gloria Estefan. From there, we will cruise in the 'stang convertible rental down the coast to the keys, where we will lounge around, lollygag, attend some sort of nuptial event, fish (eh.), swim (eh!) and, most likely, find ourselves face down in a trough of gin and tonic (made with key limes, but of KERSE) on more than one occasion. Updates will be spartan, but I'll more than make up for it in weight gain. You have my word.
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Just found out that the parentals will be taking Garth and me here for eats when we hit the east coast next week. This is AFTER we tuck into the aptly named "family pack"* from Jim N*ely's Haus of B-B-Q** and steaks ("Still kickin', padre.") from Lobels. Suffice it, I just crapped my pants in excitement...and by "my pants" I mean "my stretchy maternity pants." [buuuurp.] * (3 Slabs of Ribs, 3 lbs Pork Shoulder, 2 Bottles Bar-B-Que Sauce, 1 Bottle Seasoning)
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In other exciting primetime developments, Melanie and Albin's TV show - 1,000 Places to See Before You Die - is set to debut March 29 on the Travel Channel. Apparently, the opportunity to write about an attractive couple eating maggots is - in a word - irresistible to our proud press corps, so natch - the coverage is amping up. And where there's a NY Times wire feed, there's Captain Spicer. The good lady sent me this piece, and while I find it hard to find fault with anything put in print, I've got to take issue with at least one point. When Melly Mel remarks, "''I notice that I don't want to (do) drive-through coffee anymore," I trust that's not coming from the same Melly Mel who, shits no, exclaimed in happy surprise "Oh! You're at the drive-through Starbucks on Colfax! I love that place!" just last week when I called her to ask, among other things, if my car was blowing up because smoke was coming out of the hood. (Turns out no. When you get a carwash in below-freezing temperatures, apparently the moisture left on your engine forms what some call 'steam.' These are the kinds of things one learns after several months of jetsetting.) Anys - I've been included on the Travel Channel party's guest list as a "very influential blogger," (trying to find a "very influential blogger hat" to wear to doubly-imprint this new identity) so will give you all the exciting and glamorous details after my hangover wears off on Thursday. Maggots, indeedy.
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I know this article is two years old, but hell, justification for the dubloons I drop parking in the interior lots at DIA knows no age.
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Frontier Airlines Flights January 28: Flight 516 February 2: Flight 111 I'll be staying at Kirsten's house of pain and pleasure, over on the West End Ave. Of course, I'll have my cell phone on me at all times, and can check e-mail on it thanks to Rick's technical ministrations, so be in touch if you want or need something that I can provide (e.g., scathing commentary, empathy, hair product). Little bit of advice while I'm gone? Take it sleazy.
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Of course, minutes before booking my Frontier flight back east for the NY International Gift Fair, I come across this link. Listen here Mr. FAA Man, it's gonna take a lot more than a little snow and a few "bad calls" at the traffic control tower to make me miss three days of unfettered shopping at the Javitts Center and five days of unfettered Bulbus on the Upper West Side. So break out the Xanax and lube up the tramways 'cause this girl's on her way to DIA. (Well. In a few weeks. I am easily excited.)
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If you're looking for a statement to which to reply, "True dat." this afternoon, may I suggest: "Bree's memory ain't what she used to be." In looking over some old...er...documents...I realized I had forgotten - in my list of places where I've rested my weary in 2006 - to include both Las Vegas, NV and Red Feather Lake, CO. Both trips involved seconds at the buffet of sin, so its perhaps best they've faded to the recesses, but my conscience drove me to ammend nonetheless. I'm nothing if not encylopedic in the documentation of my many moral failings. "True dat."
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It's been a long, hilarious day, the specifics of which are best left to my audience on a "need to know" basis. Suffice it, as soon as we got out of Denver, the roads cleared, the sun shined and the open horizon beckoned. Among the highlights: french fries in Goethensburg, NE, the view of an overturned Fed Ex truck with all its boxes spilling out of the ripped-off top, several sedans and even a few pick-ups and SUVs stranded up to their roofs in median snow drifts and the remnants of an ice storm that seemed to have dipped the trees and bushes of the Nebraska plain into a giant pot of silver paint. Truly beautiful. But not nearly as beautiful, nor as touching, as when Eric's doughnut got stuck to his water bottle: Minus the debacle and ensuant hysteria (above), there is one part of our trip that deserves special consideration. Early on, I set out on a goal to learn ten new things over the course of the day. I only got to five but was able to impart some of my own wisdom and experience to my companion in - what I consider to be - a generous trade. Nuggets like the fact I barfed on a Ponderosa tabletop in Rochester, NY when I was three; that the Michael's in Pittsfield, MA sells the MOST yarn out of any Michael's in the whole wide world, and that Mark Fuhrman wrote a book about the Martha Moxley murder. It's gifts like these that will confirm and validate Eric's status as first-round draft pick in the Des Moines cocktail chatter circuit this season. As for the lessons Eric shared from the driver's seat? Read on: 1. Eric had a surprise SWEET 16 at the Red Lobster. Boy loves his crab legs. 2. The rap band J.J. Fad are the ones to thank for the pioneering hip-hop tune, "Supersonic." 3. When Eric drove a truck, he put a sign on the outside that said, "Wanna talk to a trucker?" with his cell phone number. Two people called. 4. "Over-the-road" truckers work SEVEN days straight for one day off. Actually, there were only four. UPDATE: I am watching a movie on BET with Ving Rhames as a transvestite named Holiday. This is a Christmas miracle!
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Kottke listed all the places he visited for one or more nights this year. Here's mine: Buffalo, NY Asterices (?) indicate cities visited more than once. Seems like a lot; but it's never enough. Among the planned hits for next year: London and Sydney. Mongolia is still in the air for this summer, but thinking it might not be 'til 2008.
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I knew 2006 wasn't gonna let me down. This has been my YEAR, my ANUM, my 365 days of pure ME-NESS. How could it fail right at the tail? It couldn't; that's how. Power of A++++++ thinking proven again. After a morning spent in tears (remember the band Drivin'-n-Cryin'? Well, this was more Showerin'-n-Cryin'.), I decided there was nothing to do but enjoy myself where I was, with the people I was with, and count my luckies that the alternative to going home was so durned enticing. Stuck smack in the middle of loved ones, happy faces, cozy fires, big hugs and ham? Count me gobsmacked and lovestruck and a whole series of other thankful two-part adjectives. Thus, after a day of snack foods, shoveling, white wine, dog-love and giggles, I finally got on the horn to my good friend Eric to see what happened to his travel plans. LO! He told me the craziest news: he was driving to Illinois and could - and should - drop me off in Omaha tomorrow night. Let's just say, after a day on the road tomorrow, a night in an airport motel by myself, and three flights the following Saturday - I'm to arrive in Albany at 5:30 p.m. EST on Saturday. I am thrilled beyond belief and super excited for the adventure to come. Road trip in the aftermath of one of the worst blizzards in Colorado history? Bring. Merry Merries, DARLINGS. Keep the yule log burrrrning 'til I get there.
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I just booked a ticket to New York for 12/27, and will stick to my original plan of returning to Denver on January 2. No Massachusetts for Christmas; the first time I've missed it in 30 years. Trying to maintain a positive attitude in the face of all this, but my heart is more than a little crushed.
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Frontier Airlines / F9 2518 / Airbus Jet / Non-Smoking
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I've found a local number for Frontier (totally busy. Argh.), and a couple of neighbors willing to battle the elements for a few beers at the Goosetown. Also, got this e-mail from the unestimable Rick which has gone far towards brightening my mood:
August 14, 2008
Wyyyyyoming...Where the Wind Comes Whipping Down the Plain
Photography, ye do no justice.August 05, 2008
Goings Ons
July 07, 2008
Travel Plans
June 13, 2008
Vacation All I Ever Wanted
May 04, 2008
Vacation
April 25, 2008
Fat, Sassy and Sunburned
March 31, 2008
Winchester Mansion
- Costs of this work translate to $70 million in today's currency
- The construction most certainly was the primary cause of the dust bowl March 13, 2008
Travel Plans
UPDATE: The much-delayed Pedicure is on the list for Saturday, and now - at Jenny's suggestion, and Molly's affirmation - we're going to Avec (sister restaurant to the delicisiousuususo Blackbird, which my Dad, M and D went to last time I rolled through town). Jenny recommends the chorizo-stuffed dates wrapped in bacon. (OMG OMG OMG.) Wish you were coming, Dad!March 03, 2008
And Boy Are My Arms Tired
January 19, 2008
All Official and Stuff
Matt and I are going to Roatan!!! The two of us'll be jetting out of this snowy burg to that sunny isle on April 26 and returning on May 3. We'll be staying in our own cabana at Villagio Verde, the subject of many ridiculously effusive Trip Advisor comments, and snorkeling, swimming, boozing and carousing throughout the entirety of Matt's first vacation away from Los Estados. Coincidentally - or, actually, not at all since I was in charge of planning - this trip is exactly 7 years TO THE DAY after my trip to Belize with Allison and Marie. Awesome, awesome, awesome as we had the *BEST* weather, no sand flies and no tourists to contend with on that trip. Seems the end of April is after tourist season but before rainy season in Central America, so it's all bueno.December 20, 2007
Why Have I Never Heard of This??!
October 09, 2007
Out Como Trout
September 27, 2007
Coolest = Not Me
Where was I?
Ahhhh. Seriouz.
And for realz.
Girl can't get enough pears.
Aneez, I'm seeing a chick I love to death whom I haven't seen in nearly two years in two of the best cities on God's green.
Tiempos es muy muy bueno.September 23, 2007
Monday - Thursday
SIB - Message upon my return. Suffice it, I miss you too. Of kerse!
KJT - Get back to work.
JEF - Same goes.
BROUSSARD - You're dead meat if you don't save me some After 8's.
DEUCE - Get out of my After 8's.
DAD - Stop churning my account.
RJM - Stop making bombs!
SOG - What's the difference between a woman from Maine and a humpback whale? 40 pounds and a flannel shirt. Now get the fuck home. You're missed.September 07, 2007
Larnin' by List'nin'
August 31, 2007
Como Se Dice "Hot Damn, Cuz!?"
August 30, 2007
Blimey.
Sob!August 29, 2007
¡Barthelona!
August 17, 2007
Out Like Trout
July 12, 2007
Englands
Seriously.
British Airways 218
Departs 8:15 p.m , Arrives 12:10 p.m.
British Airways 219
Departs 3:45 p.m., Arrives 6:25 p.m.June 26, 2007
Back in the Mile High Saddle; Feeling the Chafe
'tevs.June 21, 2007
Lord, I Was Born a Travelling Lady
My taste in men? Impeccable.
After we're done, I mean.
You know...during "pillowtalk."June 14, 2007
June 11, 2007
Enguland
from: briggles@gmail.com>
to: Sherri
date : Jun 11, 2007 7:49 PM
subject :I'm coming!
hey girl.
i'm thinking of a trip. Serious.
when is good for you? give me some times/dates over the summer and/or early fall. Am off to Williamstown the weekend of Sept. 8 so could conceivably come after that..?
Let's do this.
Miss you too much to bear.
Etc.
xx
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UPDATE
from: Sherri
to: briggles
date: Jun 12, 2007 2:29 AM
subject: Re: I'm coming!
darlin, that is such a good way to start the day!Se-att-uhl
May 11, 2007
Lord, I Was Born a Traveling Womyn
View of Mt. Greylock from WilliamstownMay 07, 2007
Chowing Down in the Berkshires
** Why yes, yes we are related. Let's just say my fam's been farming south of the M-D for a super-long time and leave it at that.March 19, 2007
1,000 Places to See Before You Fall Ill With the Dengue
February 16, 2007
What's Up, Lame?!
Me directly following flight from NYC. Apparently my nippit fell off en route.January 28, 2007
Reminder (For Any Stalkers in the Crowd)
Leave DIA at 3:15
Arrive NYC at 8:15
Leave NYC at 5:30
Arrive DIA at 7:55
And if it's sleazy?
Take it twice.January 05, 2007
Missed Approach? HA! Try AGAIN!
January 04, 2007
Memory Glands
December 22, 2006
Om, Omaha on the Range
December 21, 2006
A City Built on Rock-n-Roll Would Be Structurally Unsound
Williamstown, MA*
New York, NY*
Brooklyn, NY*
Scarsdale, NY
Eastchester, NY
Des Moines, IA
Lake McConnaughey, NE*
Chicago, IL
South Bend, IN
St. Paul, MN
Taylor's Falls, MN
Denver, CO*
Winter Park, CO*
Breckenridge, CO*
Santa Fe, NM
Foz do Iguacu, Brazil
Buenos Aires, Argentina*
Mendoza, Argentina
One more to add to the list before we're through, though - Omaha, NE.
AW YEAH.2006 Ends On a High Note (Fingers XXXed)
It.Travel Update
Mile-High Mahlee-keelee-keemaha
[Insert Brave Face]
Thursday, 21 December 06 Scheduled Departure Denver(DEN) 04:25 PM
Scheduled Arrival New York-La Guardia(LGA) 10:00 PM
Flight Canceled
December 20, 2006
Saga Continues
But if for some reason you cannot [get home], feel free to join the Moore family for Christmas in eastern Colorado where you can see to Kansas. Mostly it is a series of board games that become contentious like "if you .even think about attacking me in Ukraine I will fucking end you."
This'll all be sorted out. Even if by "sorted out" I mean Rick and I spend Christmas Day poking around in his family's cowbone pile. Don't worry, Mom - they're good Catholics. Well, all of them except Rick.
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Doomed in D-Town
"Based on current weather forecasts, Denver International Airport will remain closed through tomorrow evening and all flights have been suspended."
Best part? I can't call Frontier to reschedule as "all circuits are busy" on my Verizon cell phone. I was kidding about the drinking before, but now I'm not. As my dad says, turn every inconvenience into an adventure. Probably didn't mean an adventure deep into my psyche with Crown and (Diet) Cokes, but - whatever - them's just the details.
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Weather in my Cap
The news just said DIA would probably remain closed until tomorrow evening. Granted, all of the highways are shut but I'm thinking...how difficult would it be to DRIVE home tomorrow?
The idea of spending Christmas alone is just about the most depressing thing ever. The only place I want to be right now is in my family's kitchen, glowering and dropping acerbic, flippant remarks and unwarranted insults just like they've come to expect nay love. It really wouldn't be the holidays for any concerned without at least one door slam, several hours spent facedown on my bed weeping about how no one understands my torment [Musical Cue: Tool "Undertow"]. Generally calmed down by a social call, I like to round out the evening with some serious vodka/soda pounding at the local watering hole, a dangerous - yet highly forgettable - ride home and a night spent passed out on the bathroom floor. If I do make it to my bed, the next morning tends to dawn early as my room is basically wired for sound to the kitchen and also lit and heated in a manner similar to the equator. Stumbling downstairs with murder on the mind, I realilze again that the only way to banish memories of the hours preceding and following last call involves a cocktail of Vicodin, 18 cups of coffee, two fried eggs (courtesy of Mom) and several hours reading the NY Times crossword to my Dad and assuring him that despite his lack of success with the genre, he's still the smartest guy I know. Well, give or take. Add to that a couple of spirited shouting matches with my brother, a long shower, 17,000 cookies, a freakout about how fat I am and a seven-mile run and you've got my typical ho-day.
It's my favorite time of year.
I want to go home.
I can't miss this; I love it too much.
That's it.
Hell or high water trousers: I'm a coming.
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December 14, 2006
Thinking It's Just About Time
...for me to hit it back to South America again.
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October 29, 2006
Missive from MiLo
I have arrived in Chiang Mai at what appears to be the exact right time...they [are having] a festival where they light literally thousands of lanterns on fire and send them flying high into the air to the delight of children and the chagrin of firefighters throughout the land.
- Mike Logan, Agent in the Field, Thailand
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October 13, 2006
Mile High Once More
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October 10, 2006
Adios Amigos etc.
Yo esta off to Santa Fe. Seeing as I may be the only blogger of ill repute without her own laptop, updates will prolly have to wait until this weekend. Have a good'un and keep - you know - passing the open windows in my absence.
Confidential to TWN JR.-> all my thoughts and biggest amounts of crazy Breegers love sending to you Da! Just GIVE me a reason to come home and I'm on the first flight. This reason may or may not include Stouffers: your call.
Oh and by the way, check out the new, Daniel Libeskind-designed addition to the Denver Art Museum here. I got to go to the opening weekend the other night with Mike, my newest Chistie (that's Chinese-Irish bestie, for those of you keeping score), and was totally impressed with the building. It's gorge. The art? Well...after 8 years in New York, it's hard to be reasonable about one's expectations. That said, there were a few unexpected - though lesser - pieces by the bigwigs (Damian Hirst, Jenny Holzer, Kiki Smith), and a bunch of really odd - though engaging - modern German works. Sadly, my hunger for dumplings caused me to miss out on the gift shop - but it looked enchanting from afar. Bright colors, large price tags: just my stizz.
And PPS: This is horrible. "Cheers."
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October 09, 2006
Wheels on the Road Keep on Turning
As alluded to previously, I'm heading to Santa Fe tomorrow morning for a brief shopping/art/photography/margaritas with Milstein sojourn before the weather turns all sortsa snowy. While researching what towns I'd pass through on the drive south, I came across this little piece of providence about Las Vegas ("No, not that Las Vegas") New Mexico:
"Las Vegas was the real-world town used to represent the fictional setting of Calumet, Colorado in John Milius' 1984 film Red Dawn. As of 2005, many of the buildings and structures seen in the film remain."
"They forgot my fries, comrade!"
"Nyet again...you're kidding! Are you sure Ivan Ivanovich didn't eat them? Just look at him over there in his glasses - what a big fat pelmeni!"
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September 02, 2006
Til Tuesday
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August 19, 2006
New Couch Already Earning Keep
In celebration of my new couch, and to avoid doing all the things I have to do before tonight's social activities, I just signed up with Couchsurfing, a site that brings together travelers and hosts.
This is what I wrote to woo potential visitors:
"My couch is new. It is white. You will have to take your shoes off to sleep on it. I live alone in the best part of Denver (about an hour from Winter Park; two hours from Vail, etc.). I don't have pets and I don't smoke - but I have a porch and ashtrays. I can host anytime and I have blankets. If you're nice, I'll give you a pillow. I sleep rarely. I have a Winter Park season ski pass that will get you serious discounts on tickets."
I sound like a plateful of party, huh? Wanna come over?
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August 03, 2006
Just a Taste...
...to get you all sortsa salivating for the photos to come...
Mmm. What's better than KRACH-itos? Why KRACH-itos de maiz con queso.
Delicious is delicious no matter what the language. KRACH my drift?
Posted by Bree at 11:15 AM | Comments (0)
August 01, 2006
Matt and Bree: Back in the High Life (Again)
And again.
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July 18, 2006
Hectic Majestic
Wow.
I have spent the last several hours running around doing laundry, making phone calls and trying to get this travel situation sorted out. Thank God it's a temperate 115 degrees in New York or else this day would really be in the stinker.
Looks like Matt and I will be flying to Sao Paolo tonight (if the coming thunderstorms don't...um...electrify our parade) and will cap off our exciting day/night/day of bi-hemisphered travel by sharing the same queen-sized bed our first night in Buenos Aires. Something tells me there is going to be quite a Malbec-arama (eh.) when we get there. Something also tells me that I should go back to smoking.
Anys, here's hoping the luck I've enjoyed so far on this trip ($28 exacta win at Belmont bicches!; sighting of the beloved Brooklyn Heights Hottie (BHH) last night - just where I left him - smokng cigs on Joralemon; awesome new sunglasses from Oliver Peeples, and etc.) will continue to hold. I mean really - let's get down to el verdad aqui, amigos: annoying as this day has been, the end result is we get an extra night in Argentina! Hizzzolaaaah!
Oh yes, and in other news - of course the one guy I KNOW on Project Runway looks to be all Kaavya Viswanathan-ing up the world of reality-based couture. Aw geez. At least he hasn't busted out the J.T. Leroy Feldman-esque fedora yet.
And on that note. ADIOS muchachos!
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Como se dice "Inauspicious Start?"
Brazil's airline Varig in death throes
Judge rejects airline bid; future of Brazilian carrier in limbo
RIO DE JANEIRO, Brazil (AP) -- A bankruptcy judge on Friday canceled the planned sale of Brazil's flagship Varig airline to a workers' group, throwing the future of the carrier into limbo and virtually ensuring more travel chaos ahead for ticket holders in Brazil and abroad.Judge Luiz Roberto Ayoub said the TGV workers' group, which made the sole bid for Varig at a June 8 bankruptcy auction, failed to make its $75 million first payment.
Ayoub confirmed that another company, VarigLog, on Friday offered $500 million -- slightly higher than TGV's $449 million bid -- and that he and bankruptcy administrators would examine the bid over the weekend to determine whether it seems viable.
VarigLog, the airline's former cargo unit, was bought earlier this year by Volo do Brasil, but that transaction must still be approved by authorities amid claims that Volo is controlled by foreign investors. Foreigners are allowed to own only 20 percent of Brazilian airlines. Volo says it is Brazilian-owned
The judge said no decision will be made on the new offer until consultations with Varig's creditors take place, probably next week. And Ayoub indicated that another auction would probably have to be held to give other investors a chance at making bids.
The judge said he would not take steps to liquidate the company unless creditors ask him to do so. But the 79-year-old company -- once renowned for stellar service and a source of deep pride for Brazil -- already seemed on the verge of collapsing.
Varig, or Viacao Aerea Rio-Grandense SA, continued mass cancelations of flights Friday in Brazil, Latin America, Europe and the United States.
Lacking money to pay for fuel and with planes grounded amid demands by leasing companies for overdue payments, the airline canceled 189 of its 276 flights scheduled to depart by 5 p.m. local time Friday, Brazil's National Civil Aviation Authority said.
Hundreds of Brazilians trying to return to Brazil from the World Cup in Germany were stuck in Frankfurt, and other airlines didn't have space to take them, Brazil's Agencia Estado news wire service said.
Other passengers in Europe and Brazil were managing to get on flights to go where they want to go, but delays were lasting anywhere from hours to days as the heavy summer holiday goes into high gear.
The government estimated a day earlier that 28,000 people are abroad with Varig tickets between this week and June 30.
On Friday, the Brazilian air force put five planes at the government's disposal should it need to rescue stranded passengers. Two of them are aging Boeing 707s that would be used to bring Brazilians back from Europe, and the other three are much smaller planes that could be used in South America.
Other domestic and international airlines were gearing up to take over Varig's routes if the company is broken up, but some were refusing to honor the airlines tickets despite pleas by Brazil's government.
Varig said it managed Friday to restore a flight to New York City that had been suspended, and insisted that only 11 of nearly 200 foreign airlines were refusing to honor the carrier's tickets.
But complicating matters further, Brazilian airport authorities said that Varig would be required starting July 1 to pay airport fees in cash prior to each flight. Much of the company's $3.5 billion debt is to Brazil's government, workers and pension funds.
Varig has been under protection from its creditors since June 2005, when it became one of the first companies to use a new Brazilian bankruptcy law similar to U.S. Chapter 11 proceedings.
Varig is Brazil's largest international carrier, but its domestic penetration slumped in recent years as its financial problems worsened.
Our first flight - out of JFK tomorrow night - has been cancelled. I've been on two phones for about an hour and a half today trying to sort this out. The good news is - given the length of one proposed layover scenario - Matt and I may be establishing residency in Florida. This unexpected windfall of fate will surely come in handy when it's college-picking time for young D...
GO GATORS!
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June 29, 2006
Red Feather Lakes
After much complaint and threats of work stoppage from the old G5, I finally persevered and got some of the Red Feather snaps up on Flickr.
I know.
Persistence.
It's my strong suit.
It's also my pants suit.
Whooooey!
Awesome.
Yes well, enough already with this sartorial sarcasm. Good while it lasted though, right? Ah, such is the fleeting nature of life/humor.
Regardless of this fleet - or any others - please take a moment to enjoy a sumptuous taste of our vacation in "el norte" as pictured below. And, of course, click on the Flickr link for even more relatively subdued images of our relatively debauched time.
View from the front porch
Cart of bones (Missing: the horse skull, jaw bone and vertabrae I took for my pad...oooheeey! They sure is gross...but they sure is mine!)
Kind of summing it all up...
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June 09, 2006
Move Over Siegfried & Roy
Sin City's got some hot new bitches ready to get down - and get down dirty - and there ain't no white tiger gonna be stopping us.
VEGAS!
BABIES!
I'm a little frightened - I admit it. Also a little frightened that Kirst is bringing her running shoes...which means I am bringing my running shoes. Am I really that...Taylor-fied?! Next stop: sugarless pies.
Second to next stop?
Clogs.
SoWi represent!
Form of "bucket of drunk."
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May 22, 2006
Magna Cum Audi
I've been waiting to bust that title out for a bit, and yesterday's 9-hour road trip through a few of the mountains and towns of this here corner state provides the perfect opportunity.
Jake and I took off from Denver at 2:30 and returned close to midnight. Along the way, there were stops for roadside jerky, roadside elk and roadside photos. As for sustenance on this mighty journey, beers and wine were enjoyed in Fairplay, Leadville and Vail. We also tucked into a succulent steak supper in downtown Buena Vista (or, as the locals call it, "Boona").
The car was Dreamy McDreamerpants, and easily hit 100 mph at about 7,000 feet. That turbo makes my head spin and the handling, lo the handling, is but a dream.
Good tunes, good snaps, good times. You know.
A perfect Sunday.
Here are a few of the sights - I'll jam the rest up on Flickr.
Collegiate Peaks
Leadville
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May 08, 2006
Holy. Cow.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Depart: 7:00pm, New York, NY
Arrive: 5:30am, Sao Paulo, Brazil
Depart: 7:30am, Sao Paulo, Brazil
Arrive: 10:10am, Buenos Aires, Argentina
Monday, July 31, 2006
Depart: 6:00pm, Buenos Aires, Argentina
Arrive: 8:35pm, Sao Paulo, Brazil
Depart: 11:59pm, Sao Paulo, Brazil
Arrive: 8:30am, New York, NY
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April 17, 2006
NY Times in Bennington: Predictably Misses Best Parts
Did everyone see the article on 36 Hours in North Bennington? I'm mystified as to how one could spend 36 hours in North Bennington - or Vermont in general - without hitting either The Blue Benn or the Green Mountain Greyhound Racetrack, but apparently - if you're a big city type - it can be done.
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April 13, 2006
Argentina Jolie
I've been considering going to Argentina during the last two weeks of July. Though so much is undecided right now that I hesitate towards making any sort of long-term plans, three words have spurred me towards enthusiastically nodding "si, si" to this invitation: (1) steak, (2) wine, (3) devalued peso.
And today, as I was surfing along with the innocent naivete of a Precious Moments figurine, I stumbled across this article. Now for a girl who received a box of Omaha Steaks (r) for a college graduation present, talk like this is tantalizing. And for one who's been weighing the pros and cons (so far - no cons) of going to this land of beef and fun in a few months, some might say fate just served up a plateful of decision, medium-rare.
Excerpt:
Eating steaks in Argentina feels like joining a cult. You find yourself leaning on friends to come visit, and writing YOU JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND in all caps more often than feels comfortable. Argentine beef really is extraordinary. Almost all of this has to do with how the cows are raised. There are no factory feedlots in Argentina; the animals still eat pampas grass their whole lives, in open pasture, and not the chicken droppings and feathers mixed with corn that pass for animal feed in the United States. Since this is the way of life a cow was designed for, it is not necessary to pump the animal full of antibiotics. The meat is leaner, healthier and more flavorful than that of corn-fed cattle. It has fewer calories, contains less cholesterol, and tastes less mushy and waterlogged than American meat. And the cows spend their lives out grazing in the field, not locked into some small pen. You can taste the joy.
When the meat is cooked, it is roasted in thick pieces over open coals by obsessive meat chefs who have been cooking meat all their lives, for other people who have been eating meat all their lives, in a country that takes its meat extremely seriously. You are not likely to be disappointed.
Steaks here are ridiculous - not so much in diameter, since they rarely overhang the plate by more than an inch or two - but in thickness, having roughly the proportions of an American canned ham. But what the Argentines have really mastered is flavor. Strange cuts of meat that would be ground into flavorless paste up north come to your table here infused with a delicious texture and flavor, provided they are cooked right. And they are invariably cooked right. The waiters are solicitous about asking (in English) how you want your meat done, but if you let them make the call, you get a two-inch thick of meat that transitions seamlessly from carbon to bright pink and back.
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The aformentioned three words?
They've been replaced.
¡Viva el carne!
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March 16, 2006
ODL: Semper Fi
For many months now, a part of me has been unable to accept the fact I am leaving. But now that April is nigh, and everything I do is imbued with that "this is the last time" tint of inevitability (especially potent in the arena of hygiene), today was a day I could run from no more. Today was the day I had to say good-bye to one of the most stalwart and steady companions a girl could know: ODL, or "Ole Durty Lexus" as some (more judgmental types) might call it. Oh reader. If you ever find yourself searching for some realness, some solidity, some truth in that elusive chimera we call love, I posit that you might just consider as your solution an 80-mph cruise down the Taconic State Parkway in a black/green/dust-colored bomber with Patty Benetar wailing on the stereo and a paper coffee cup filled with Hopewell Junction's finest brew wedged between your thighs.
Either that or match.com.
Your choice.
Look - I know all about you and your "fancy rides," you and your "trunk access," you and your "air conditioning," you and your "engine that didn't spend the last several months pulling double-duty as a mouse repository for four pounds of birdseed." Simply put, I know about you and your mockery. But this isn't about you. It's about me. Me and my ODL. Yeah, yeah, she might not register quite the same level of awe as back in the early 90's when she was dewy, nubile and unsoiled. But the same might be said of me. (OK, not really! Ha! Right! I'm HOT! Hotty HOTS! Anyway!) Sure, I know - out of hundreds of cars, ODL was the only one to get stranded in the middle of the highway during a particularly gruesome ice storm a few years back. And all right, I admit I may have repeatedly and pointedly castigated her for the rupture of what was once a very fine love affair, but perhaps even the most heartfelt of loves was not meant to last a summer spent stuck in traffic on I-95 in 100-degree heat with no air conditioning and leather seats. And rather than cause that effect, perhaps ODL merely ferried us to its inevitable conclusion. Perhaps.
Well. After 16 years, let's just say I'm willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. And a 40 of Pennzoil. Cheers, ODL! After all, we’ve been through some things together, with trunks of memories still to come. We found things to do in stormy weather...
Long may you run...
Especially for Dania's sake.
'cause nothing says "King of Scarsdale High" like an 18-year old luxury car. Trust me. She'll be catnip to the homecoming court...catnip.
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March 02, 2006
No Sleep Til Albany
It seems my extended idle in Denver has come to a pause, if not an end. Tomorrow morning, I'll be flying out of DIA at the leisurely hour of 7:30 a.m. to head home and get some quality "Bree sandwich" time in with the parentals. Following that, I'll be hitting NYC to get up to some qualtity mischief with the kids.
As I won't have my computer, postings may be irregular. But that doesn't mean you should stop visiting. Regularity is wildly overhyped, anyway.
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February 05, 2006
You Can Take the Gal Outta Ogalala
But then you're just left with Oala. And, frankly, that sounds downright Hawaiian.
Poi opportunities notwithstanding, our weekend in the Ogalala/Lake McConaughey area of the world was dangerously laid-back - even for the Don Hos of the bunch.
The only dim moment on the trip was when my digital camera acquiesced in passive - nay peaceful - surrender to its long-sapped battery after one picture:
NB: If anyone wants some souvenir sand, let me know. My running shoes have about 1/3 cup in each, and I'd be delighted to share.
"...and when there was no crawdad to be found, we ate sand."
"You ate what?"
"We ate sand."
That said, I think I did get some quality 35mm shots of a suuuuper creepy abandoned farmhouse to add to my DecayNY series. Except now it's DecayNE.
Which really doesn't have the same ring to it, now does it.
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February 03, 2006
Cornhusking, etc.
Marie and I are hitting the road this afternoon to spend the weekend at her family's lake house in Nebraska. I keep asking, "Soooo...what exactly are we going to do up there in February?"
Thus far, the response has been relatively muted.
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