What a weekend!
It just so happened to be Boozy The Clown's surprise birthday shin dig this weekend and he had NO idea! The Professor and I managed to stall him until 6, with a couple beers, some jokes about Jerry and the Dead, and Prof and I BOTH taking fake shits, locking ourselves in the bathroom for another 10 minutes while texting his brother waiting back at the gathering point. NorCo's own Water Tower played an amazing set inside one of Fort Collin's better 9 dollar sandwich joints, The Pickle Barrel, and friends and family gathered to watch Boozy stagger his way to 30! And STAGGER he did! A few pints and several items of flair later, Boozy could be seen adrift at the TrailHead making copious kissy-face with a cute Blondie while friends told stories old and new. I'm sure what he remembers of it he will cherish for ever and ever.
Happy Birthday Brian Bogan!
With 3 weeks to go and snow on the ground I'm left feeling anxious for Italy without my usual coping mechanism of riding bikes for long, mind-clearing hill climbs. Maybe some shredding is in store...anyone out there with a free buddy lift ticket, it was MY birthday too you know... This week is filling up fast and between catching up with friends, and digging through my storage unit to find my track suits and Kangol hat (when in Italy right...) I'm hoping that the anxiety will fade. If not I intend to spend next week in D-Town, visiting more, and spending the afternoon eating string cheese with and talking like an idiot to none other than Black-ass himself, Loki the Dog-faced Krauss.
It just so happened to be Boozy The Clown's surprise birthday shin dig this weekend and he had NO idea! The Professor and I managed to stall him until 6, with a couple beers, some jokes about Jerry and the Dead, and Prof and I BOTH taking fake shits, locking ourselves in the bathroom for another 10 minutes while texting his brother waiting back at the gathering point. NorCo's own Water Tower played an amazing set inside one of Fort Collin's better 9 dollar sandwich joints, The Pickle Barrel, and friends and family gathered to watch Boozy stagger his way to 30! And STAGGER he did! A few pints and several items of flair later, Boozy could be seen adrift at the TrailHead making copious kissy-face with a cute Blondie while friends told stories old and new. I'm sure what he remembers of it he will cherish for ever and ever.
Happy Birthday Brian Bogan!
With 3 weeks to go and snow on the ground I'm left feeling anxious for Italy without my usual coping mechanism of riding bikes for long, mind-clearing hill climbs. Maybe some shredding is in store...anyone out there with a free buddy lift ticket, it was MY birthday too you know... This week is filling up fast and between catching up with friends, and digging through my storage unit to find my track suits and Kangol hat (when in Italy right...) I'm hoping that the anxiety will fade. If not I intend to spend next week in D-Town, visiting more, and spending the afternoon eating string cheese with and talking like an idiot to none other than Black-ass himself, Loki the Dog-faced Krauss.
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