on a venting walk/run around baseline towards the foothills. found the mcclinton trail and walked towards the applause and live latino music. found the chautauqua historical center (and event center, amphitheater, cafe, playing fields, playground, vistas, etc.) and enjoyed a beautiful pink icecream sunset.
and wyoming, utah, pennsylvania, and new hampshire are the only states with state-run wine & spirit stores.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
sleep from hell
so alex & i are staying in cody's room at his old house up. now that he's moved in with kyle at their new place, this room is empty. sounded great and perfect till we move in. it's a hell hole. as the low-ceiling, natural light less basement of the main house, there are 3 bedrooms that share a shit hole (literally) of a bathroom and a hallway that serves as the stinky, moldy kitchen.
greg drove us back from hanging at lindsay's apartment last night, only to pull up at a raging trashy house party. who are we to say anything as squatting bums? it was only a pinch past midnight, so we didn't complain. then it was 1am. then it was 2am. and the bass continued to vibrate my brain, the double bass-screaching female vocalist band continued to scream at full blast from the speakers, and the four excedrin-pm pills weren't working. then came the blink-182 singalong. this girl would not shut up. around 3am, the decibel dropped and allowed some sleep (with the down pillow molded around my head and ears). then came the waterfall from the ceiling.
around 4am, i woke because the sound of running water was coming from within the room. my first thought - oh no, someone has come from the party and has mistaken our room for the bathroom and is peeing on my stuff, most likely my laptop. i nudge alex to wake up and turn on the lights as i fetch my glasses. water is draining rapidly from the ceiling and flooding the carpeted floor. at this point, i'm pretty sure the ceiling is about to give in. alex and i scramble to get buckets from outside, coolers from the kitchen, pots from the stove, trash bins from the party to collect the multiple waterfalls running from the ceiling. we changed the bucket multiple times. i call kyle at 4:30am. he wakes cody. we can't call maintenance or the landlord; we aren't on the lease. alex goes upstairs to the main house. what fools! some stoner is passed out on the couch, and the bathroom sink has been left running and flooding the entire floor. no one wakes up as we stomp around the house. turned the water off, left a note on the toilet "YOU LEFT THE SINK RUNNING. IT FLOODED THE APARTMENT BELOW @ 4:30AM" and retreated to our stinky wet shelter.
as niagra slowed, the soft drips into the water receptacles lulled us to sleep. around 9am, the dude from upstairs walks, unannounced sans knocking, into the room and asks dumbly if this was the room that flooded. most definitely is - do you not see the puddles in the floor, the buckets full of water? "heh, sorry about that, nothing we can do now though i guess, heh" and walks out.
goodness gracious. i laughed to alex this morning, "remember last night?" we are both trying to forget it. what hell.
greg drove us back from hanging at lindsay's apartment last night, only to pull up at a raging trashy house party. who are we to say anything as squatting bums? it was only a pinch past midnight, so we didn't complain. then it was 1am. then it was 2am. and the bass continued to vibrate my brain, the double bass-screaching female vocalist band continued to scream at full blast from the speakers, and the four excedrin-pm pills weren't working. then came the blink-182 singalong. this girl would not shut up. around 3am, the decibel dropped and allowed some sleep (with the down pillow molded around my head and ears). then came the waterfall from the ceiling.
around 4am, i woke because the sound of running water was coming from within the room. my first thought - oh no, someone has come from the party and has mistaken our room for the bathroom and is peeing on my stuff, most likely my laptop. i nudge alex to wake up and turn on the lights as i fetch my glasses. water is draining rapidly from the ceiling and flooding the carpeted floor. at this point, i'm pretty sure the ceiling is about to give in. alex and i scramble to get buckets from outside, coolers from the kitchen, pots from the stove, trash bins from the party to collect the multiple waterfalls running from the ceiling. we changed the bucket multiple times. i call kyle at 4:30am. he wakes cody. we can't call maintenance or the landlord; we aren't on the lease. alex goes upstairs to the main house. what fools! some stoner is passed out on the couch, and the bathroom sink has been left running and flooding the entire floor. no one wakes up as we stomp around the house. turned the water off, left a note on the toilet "YOU LEFT THE SINK RUNNING. IT FLOODED THE APARTMENT BELOW @ 4:30AM" and retreated to our stinky wet shelter.
as niagra slowed, the soft drips into the water receptacles lulled us to sleep. around 9am, the dude from upstairs walks, unannounced sans knocking, into the room and asks dumbly if this was the room that flooded. most definitely is - do you not see the puddles in the floor, the buckets full of water? "heh, sorry about that, nothing we can do now though i guess, heh" and walks out.
goodness gracious. i laughed to alex this morning, "remember last night?" we are both trying to forget it. what hell.
Monday, August 3, 2009
teaser
www.addictinggames.com/theimpossiblequiz.html
geez louise.
although i'm not sure why mary rose is the answer to mary rose sat on a pin. (??) oops spoiler.
geez louise.
although i'm not sure why mary rose is the answer to mary rose sat on a pin. (??) oops spoiler.
argh
i hate. hate. hate. violent films.
just like the one i'm being forced to watch right now.
death race.
really??? argh.
just like the one i'm being forced to watch right now.
death race.
really??? argh.
Monday, July 27, 2009
a place to live?
moved to boulder 6 weeks ago.
in that time, i got an awesome job with Lush, was promoted to key-holder, and secured a solid infant-sitting job. also traveled and did some camping, partying and sublime chilling.
in that time, we've yet to find a place to live. the lease ends in a mere 4 days... must be out @ noon on july 31st. found 2 sweet spots today. a 1BR on the hill, and a 3BR at the end of grove. fingers crossed. i'm exhausted, stressed and tired of craigslist. until then...
must... keep... looking...
cheyenne frontier days
wyoming is a funny place.
left friday late afternoon with greg, lindsay & alex for frontier days, a week-long rodeo festival in cheyenne, WY. met jim, parker, cookie, dave & his friend at the camp site. had ourselves a fireside feast followed by late night drinking festivities. forgot about the close proximity of the neighboring family campsites when it came to midnight fireworks, jim's antics and NC17 jokes provoked by whiskey and PBR.
drove to frontier days after a late (and rough) start (for some). greg practiced throwing the hatchet at the surrounding trees for a bit as jim went back to sleep and parker busied himself with the dishes and breakfast burritos.
why is wyoming a funny place? funny numbers. a town with a population of one. (literally ONE. he explained it used to be a town of two, but his son moved on out and now it's just him. he probably serves as the mayor, judge, chief of police, coroner and village idiot all in one). the ratio of gems, sequins and rhinestones to unbedazzled denim. the ratio of toothless gum to teeth in any given mouth. just how tall can you wear your cowboy hat? how much leather or coarse cowhide can one person wear? how many syllables can be dropped from any given word? how many miles can you drive before seeing a building - even just an outhouse?
left friday late afternoon with greg, lindsay & alex for frontier days, a week-long rodeo festival in cheyenne, WY. met jim, parker, cookie, dave & his friend at the camp site. had ourselves a fireside feast followed by late night drinking festivities. forgot about the close proximity of the neighboring family campsites when it came to midnight fireworks, jim's antics and NC17 jokes provoked by whiskey and PBR.
drove to frontier days after a late (and rough) start (for some). greg practiced throwing the hatchet at the surrounding trees for a bit as jim went back to sleep and parker busied himself with the dishes and breakfast burritos.
why is wyoming a funny place? funny numbers. a town with a population of one. (literally ONE. he explained it used to be a town of two, but his son moved on out and now it's just him. he probably serves as the mayor, judge, chief of police, coroner and village idiot all in one). the ratio of gems, sequins and rhinestones to unbedazzled denim. the ratio of toothless gum to teeth in any given mouth. just how tall can you wear your cowboy hat? how much leather or coarse cowhide can one person wear? how many syllables can be dropped from any given word? how many miles can you drive before seeing a building - even just an outhouse?
boom box
i am boombox
is there anything he's not? groovy on
"Zion Rock Godchaux was raised in Marin County, in the San Francisco Bay area. The son of Kieth & Donna Godchaux of The Grateful Dead, Zion was born with music in his blood ... Zion is a Producer/DJ/Vocalist/Guitarist [of Boombox] originating from the seemingly opposite influences of Dylan, Hendrix, Ravi Shankar, the Dead and various reggae heavyweights to the 70's underground N.Y. funk, soul and disco scenes."
is there anything he's not? groovy on
WE ARE...
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Friday, July 10, 2009
would you rather
- I would rather have two pugs than a baby.
- I would rather have a hearty burrito than lovely tapas.
- I would rather find a quarter than any other coin.
- I would rather load the dirty than empty the clean from the dishwasher.
- I would rather spend all day on this porch swing with my laptop than waste all day on the couch with a tv.
- I would rather be Ashley than Mary Kate.
- I would rather be with Dave Matthews than Brad Pitt or Robert Pattinson (or Edward Cullen).
- I would rather watch the Discovery Channel, Animal Planet, or TLC than the news.
- I would rather watch a scary movie than a romantic comedy.
- I would rather be a full-time student at Penn State than an unemployed graduate.
- I would rather be too busy than bored.
- I would rather eat cheese for life than anything else (except maybe sushi).
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