Quite the frantic evening I had last night: I managed to forget my keys in Boulder and didn’t realize until I was nearly at my door in Denver that, “Oh holy wow, I am totally locked out without any way to enter my condo… Rad.” Sure I remembered the Gitman Bros. for Bonobos tie the good people at the pants brand sent my way, but my keys? Desk-bound. So after a slight freak out and a calming beer and shot and slice of pizza at the local hellhole (I continue to go to from time to time for some reason), I realized I coul call my dad to see if he had a spare set of keys. Oh glorious day, he did. A half hour later or so, he showed up, let me know, and we watched the Benglas get their asses handed to them…dammit. I like the Bengals…and Ohio…and all that.
That aside, I make no secret of my closeness with my family, and my dad dropping everything he was doing to trek from the suburbs to the city to deliver a key to his forgetful son really exemplifies this. Cherish family, friends. You only get one. And one that goes so head and shoulders beyond for you? Hold on tight.
Sweetness. The third shot from the ladies. Gents, keep it up too! This is going great. See you in NYC in no time. Special thanks, too, to Don Richman and crew at bonobos for the tie. It’s outstanding.
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