Revived!
Okay, people. I'm back. For good. For real this time. Let the blogging resume.
What a month (and a half). It's been a steady flow of visitors, guests, and celebrities around here for a while. In mid-August it was Mr. Stuart Buergler, fresh of a summer at the Heifer Ranch. Much rock climbing, bar hopping, and some apartment rapelling ensued (don't ask). Anyone looking for tips on how to be a good guest, feel free to give Stu a call - he cleaned, bought groceries, and even left his hosts a pair of giftcards to boot. You're not so bad, Mr. Buergler. Not so bad at all.
After Stu came some of Kayla's high school pals, Amy and Lauren. Quite the pair, I assure you, with an endless capacity for shopping and questioning. I worked most of the weekend they were here (the last in August), and I missed out on the Denver scavenger hunt, but the times we had together were the times of our lives. And I passed the boyfriend polygraph in flying colors. A reunion tour has been scheduled, the opening date scheduled for October 6-8 in Albequerque (Balloon Fiesta!...more elaborate details on this event coming in due time).
Oh, Courtney, don't get your panties in a wad. I know you're out there reading this thinking I forgot all about you. How wrong you are. Also a good friend of Kayla's from high school, Courtney also had the dubious distiction of good post-college buddy of mine from the booming metropols that is Conway, Arkansas. A.K.A. "Little Miss Sunshine", Courtney was also in town th elast weekend in August, and a raucous time was had by all. She'll be making a special guest appearance with the band at the Albequerque show in early October. Don't miss it.
A visit from one of Nic's friends from Cajun's Wharf coincided nicely with a one-night throwdown at the Cheesecake Factory with two of my favorites, Mr. and Mrs. Will French. The former Sarah Moyer, now Sarah French, and her P-Ville buea Will strutted their stuff in the mile high city for a night before heading west to Aspen for a weddin'. I had the best cheesecake that night - some triple chocolate madness - closely followed by Nic's peanut butter cheesecake extravaganza.
And then there was Hayden. The world-renown acupunturist to-be, Dr. H.A. Henningsworthingham, III himself drifted into town via Frontier Airlines last week. As is usually the case, it was a week of good food and wine, with Chef Hayden serving up delectable delights like spring rolls, stif fry, and sufflet. Sous chef White contributed what he could to the mix. We also took a trip down south to the Great Sand Dunes National Park, one strange sight that everyone should check out if the opportunity is afforded. Smack dab in the middle of the south Rocky foothills is an expanse of rolling sand hills ripe for the running on and rolling down. We bought some used skateboard decks (no wheels) and gave it our all, but to no avail. An untimely hurricane-force wind decided to visit the dunes that same weekend, so our 2-day trip was shortened a bit. We resigned ourselves to rolling down a hundred foot dune at the speed of light (you might not guess, but when you are rolling uncontrollably down a massive sand dune, your mouth becomes similarly uncontrollable and you tend to open rather than close it while laughing hysterically and getting a spray of sand in it like a burst of whipped cream or easy cheese from an aerosol can). Then we hightailed it homeward for a night of R Kelly HipHopera and wine.
All this and a new interhship at The Onion, and you have a recipe for one crazy past month. Life seems to be settling down around here now, at least for a bit. The first real snow of the year came and went this weekend, enough for a few brave backcountry boarders to make some tracks and make me jealous. I'm getting geared up - ski season is right around the corner. Rick White, food servant/intern, is soon to be R. Harrison White, food servant/intern/ski bum. Livin' the dream.
What a month (and a half). It's been a steady flow of visitors, guests, and celebrities around here for a while. In mid-August it was Mr. Stuart Buergler, fresh of a summer at the Heifer Ranch. Much rock climbing, bar hopping, and some apartment rapelling ensued (don't ask). Anyone looking for tips on how to be a good guest, feel free to give Stu a call - he cleaned, bought groceries, and even left his hosts a pair of giftcards to boot. You're not so bad, Mr. Buergler. Not so bad at all.
After Stu came some of Kayla's high school pals, Amy and Lauren. Quite the pair, I assure you, with an endless capacity for shopping and questioning. I worked most of the weekend they were here (the last in August), and I missed out on the Denver scavenger hunt, but the times we had together were the times of our lives. And I passed the boyfriend polygraph in flying colors. A reunion tour has been scheduled, the opening date scheduled for October 6-8 in Albequerque (Balloon Fiesta!...more elaborate details on this event coming in due time).
Oh, Courtney, don't get your panties in a wad. I know you're out there reading this thinking I forgot all about you. How wrong you are. Also a good friend of Kayla's from high school, Courtney also had the dubious distiction of good post-college buddy of mine from the booming metropols that is Conway, Arkansas. A.K.A. "Little Miss Sunshine", Courtney was also in town th elast weekend in August, and a raucous time was had by all. She'll be making a special guest appearance with the band at the Albequerque show in early October. Don't miss it.
A visit from one of Nic's friends from Cajun's Wharf coincided nicely with a one-night throwdown at the Cheesecake Factory with two of my favorites, Mr. and Mrs. Will French. The former Sarah Moyer, now Sarah French, and her P-Ville buea Will strutted their stuff in the mile high city for a night before heading west to Aspen for a weddin'. I had the best cheesecake that night - some triple chocolate madness - closely followed by Nic's peanut butter cheesecake extravaganza.
And then there was Hayden. The world-renown acupunturist to-be, Dr. H.A. Henningsworthingham, III himself drifted into town via Frontier Airlines last week. As is usually the case, it was a week of good food and wine, with Chef Hayden serving up delectable delights like spring rolls, stif fry, and sufflet. Sous chef White contributed what he could to the mix. We also took a trip down south to the Great Sand Dunes National Park, one strange sight that everyone should check out if the opportunity is afforded. Smack dab in the middle of the south Rocky foothills is an expanse of rolling sand hills ripe for the running on and rolling down. We bought some used skateboard decks (no wheels) and gave it our all, but to no avail. An untimely hurricane-force wind decided to visit the dunes that same weekend, so our 2-day trip was shortened a bit. We resigned ourselves to rolling down a hundred foot dune at the speed of light (you might not guess, but when you are rolling uncontrollably down a massive sand dune, your mouth becomes similarly uncontrollable and you tend to open rather than close it while laughing hysterically and getting a spray of sand in it like a burst of whipped cream or easy cheese from an aerosol can). Then we hightailed it homeward for a night of R Kelly HipHopera and wine.
All this and a new interhship at The Onion, and you have a recipe for one crazy past month. Life seems to be settling down around here now, at least for a bit. The first real snow of the year came and went this weekend, enough for a few brave backcountry boarders to make some tracks and make me jealous. I'm getting geared up - ski season is right around the corner. Rick White, food servant/intern, is soon to be R. Harrison White, food servant/intern/ski bum. Livin' the dream.
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