MIKEY "HE LIKES IT" SUN
Friday - 9:00 PM... err, 10:00 PM... maybe 11 PM?
He loves everything, you can't bring him down, and if you're talking about living the crazy life - look no further than my friend Mikey. Mikey works at the Southern Sun Brewery (previously mentioned in another post), and is quite possibly the jolliest man I have ever met. Seth Williams, watch out! Not only is Mikey always happy, but he always gives me free beer. Score. Oh, and when he says his birthday party is starting at 9 PM, he actually means that it sure as hell won't start at 9. I think it's a mysterious formula that actually decides when the party starts, a formula involving illegal substances... and I sure as hell know not to show up at 9, or 10, and hmm... maybe 11 if I want to start the party. But you have to love Mikey, b/c, well, he's Mikey!
MOUNTAIN LION VICTORY - TAKE ME TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM
Saturday - 12:30 PM
So, yeah man, I was, like, climbing this gnarly mountain, and this huge giiiinormous mountain lion crept up on me... let's call him APACHE and i slit his throat and he retaliated and swiped his claws through my flesh and i, like, pulled out a this rad knife I bought at REI with this sweet serrated blade and razor hook and lifetime warranty and I totally gouged his eyes out, choked him with my bare hands, and then dragged him a whole effin mile down from the mountains and and through my neighborhood and then drank hoppy beers with my friends on my deck while we celebrated with national camera crews taking pictures as I raised a toast in honor of my mighty victory. Actually, I was washing dishes and a pint glass broke, slit my palm, and required 5 stitches at the emergency room.
ORTHODOX FESTIVAL - FOOD, EASTERN EUROPEANS, MORE FOOD
Saturday - 5:00 PM
Four hours after accidentally slitting my hand, I'm ready to hit up the Orthodox food festival in Denver. By Orthodox food, I mean Eastern Orthodox... like Russian, Serbian, Polish, and most other Eastern European ethnicities. Also, Greek and African Orthodox thrown in b/c they attend the local parish. See, I am the product of 2 Slovak immigrants (my great-grandparents), so I grew up eating staple eastern european foods like pierogis, cabbage rolls, and kielbasa. So, when I get a chance to have some good "hunky" food, I am all over it! And let me tell you right now, it was carpathian heritage bliss. Not only the food, but I stepped inside the local Orthodox churched filled with all it's icons, rituals, incense, and eternal time (as our friend said, when you step into the church, your watch doesn't mean anything - you're now on holy eternal time). This was the faith of my great grandparents... the faith of my people, and it was good to be home. And that hot Serbian girl... now we're talking... she can make my food, shares my ethnic and faith heritage... can we just get married or what? I'll see her next Sunday, uh huh.
IS THAT A DEER EATING MY FALAFEL?
Saturday - 8:30 PM
After returning from Denver, I stopped by the garden plot to water my plants and pick some zucchini. What I ran into was a group of new friends drinking mojitos under the makeshift mountain gazebo and a deer taking an evening stroll looking for some falafel (it's Boulder!). I had a drink, met some new people, and ran into some local wildlife... i gotta say it was a good day. Oh did I mention I went fly-fishing this morning? And I'm making garden- grown zuchini parmigiana?
That's 24 hours in Boulder...
3 comments:
Your friend Mikey looks like a friend of mine, also named Mikey
how come i am never on your blog. as your older sister i am offended
Hi. Mikey looks UNCANNILY like Mikey from Oklahoma who I worked with at the Mushroom in Nashvegas. Don't you remember that guy? He lived on that big hill like a block from your apartment... Also, why isn't Jenna ever on your blog?
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