That chloride is gonna ruin the Bean mocs.
I didn’t mean to laugh. And I didn’t do it so loud that he heard me. But on the icy, icy walk this morning from uptown to downtown to catch the bus, I ended up waling behind a guy who slipped, fell flat on his ass, spilled his recently purchased coffee from 7-11, and generally kicked off the week with a pretty crappy bang. What did I do? I did what anyone who grew up watching America’s Funniest Home Videos would do: I laughed. I quickly covered my mouth because, man, that sucks for him. But my natural reaction was to laugh…and hear Bob Saget narrate the entire thing in some goofy voice. I helped the gent up and said sorry about his coffee and went on my way.
Why do we laugh at things like this? I just needed to see a dad get hit in the jewels by his kid in some facet and then a cat try to jump onto a table and fail miserably, and my morning would have been complete. Well, the day is still young, I suppose…
A mild Denver morning but up for hours.
Few bands can write inane lyrics and still gain my respect, but Vampire Weekend is able to do it so nicely. I mean, look at the lyrics to “Cousins” from Contra:
You found a sweater on the ocean floor.
They’re gonna find it if you didn’t close the door.
You and the smart one sit outside of their sight,
In a house on a street they wouldn’t park on at night.
Alright…Whatever that means. The song kicks ass as does the rest of the album. I thought this while laying in bed unable to sleep this morning with “I Think Ur a Contra” on in the background. Such a jam. It didn’t lull me to sleep, but it relaxed me. Then, of course, I anger the blood with Angry Birds and said, “Screw this, I’m getting up.” Now, my kitchen is spotless.
Now, I just gotta get through the workday and perhaps partake in Smash Putt tonight. It looks pretty intense, and it only runs for a few months. If you’re game to join, let me know. Otherwise, we be dancin.
Market Street Station with Sperry, the Hill Side and Lands' End Canvas
I love days like today. The air is warm and slightly heavy, the way it always is before a huge front comes our way drenching us in either snow or rain. Everything is calm, everything is quiet, and soon enough, everything in the Denver Metro area will be covered in a white blanket of the stuff the Eskimos have 26 words for. Myself? I will be heading out of town to take part in some snowshoeing with the family for a day. But then it’s back to it come Friday for New Years Eve.
See you all in 2011. Be safe. Be happy. Be always working hard.
See my vests (while you can).
I heard about some impending cold coming this-a-way towards the end of the week, but I didn’t want to say too much about it so as not to jinx anything. I know the east is getting hit hard, but we’re not, and to me that is unacceptable in December in Denver. The mountains are experiencing record snowfall, which is nice as I am headed there this weekend for a little snowshoeing with the old man, so I guess I shouldn’t complain. It does make commuting around the metro areas much easier. The busses run faster, I can ride my bike, walking to the bar is easy… Ya know? I’m just gonna shut up now.
Today’s look brought to you by Lands’ End Canvas, Sperry, Levi’s, J. Crew, and Lumina.
A staple: The red sweater. Lands' End Canvas, no less.
There’s a scene from an old Newsradio episode where, right before the staff of WNYX leaves for Christmas break, Joe, the office handyman played aptly by a young Joe Rogan, rips down all the holiday decorations stating, “Nothing’s more depressing than coming back to work after Christmas and seeing the decorations still up.” I couldn’t agree more. Th lights and wreaths and other miscellaneous holiday adornments only made me think about how long we have to wait until next year. Oh well, I suppose the longer we have to weait, the better it will be. It was a good holiday this year. Family, friends, crosswords galore, cash money, shoes, pots and pans, and plenty of smiles.Hell, maybe even next year we can add snow to that mix. As evidenced by this shot, we got none, and that thin layer of frost doesn’t count. But no fault of my fave Jennifer Broome – She reports, not doles out.
Hope yours was grand as well. It appears though I will be in Denver for NYE. Plans?
In background: Real World House - Denver, CO
Not much activity going on today. Skeleton crew here at the office. Joe (pictured below) and I grinding away between watching old Axl Rose tantrums on YouTube and trying to fix my computer. So, I will keep this simple: I wanted to switch it up today so I took an alternate route to the bus this morning, finding myself deeper in LoDo than I had been since the Rockies wrapped up their dismal 2010 season. But I took this (semi-awkward) shot on purpose as the Real World house Denver is pictured in the background. Yep. That’s where those douches who invaded the Mile High stayed. It’s not a restaurant. “You can eat in the same place that dude shacked up with 4 chicks at the same time then made a racial slur against the Eskimo in the house*….” I’ll take fries with that.
Cheers and have a safe and happy holiday season!
Can you spot the coincidences?
I woke up today a bit flustered and still disheartened by recent events, but you know what? You have to learn to rise above, don’t you? Yes. Yes you do. I took a long, hot shower, brushed off the past and am looking towards the future…namely next week and NYE. Chicago, maybe? Madison, WI? LA? NYC? Baton Rouge? We’ll see. Maybe y’all could help me decide… Anyway, donning the Bonobos / Gitman tie this AM and pairing it with a Crew sweater and Wharf shirt all under the standard Gant Rugger Toggler, I decided instead of hoofing it to the bus, I would drive. Good thing, too, as I was able to, in a small way, think that maybe there is such a athing as fate. I mean, ultimately I live my life by the addage that if you need something to get done, you do it and don’t except the stars to align to do it for you. But this was too odd to ignore.
Check this out: It’s day 75 of the 100 Days project. I’m filling up the ride at pump #7 and what’s that in the background on the gas price marquee? A 2 and a 7…the difference of which makes 5. 75. And will you look at that? How much is gas? $2.75/gal. 75. And what’s my favorite number? Well, it’s 24, so nevermind. Maybe it’s time, though, to start believing aside from God, there’s another power watching out for me in this life…