Colorado Gets A Little Class For A Few Days

OK, so It seems that I've been updating horribly not a lot lately, and while I do partially regret it, part of me says fuck it, I've got an excuse. So I guess I'll just fill in the main happenings of the last few days. We'll start with the August 8th, which was Sounds of the Underground. I've mentioned it a few times before, and for the most part, it was a damnedably awesome time. A few things worth mentioning though: While staples like Chimaira, Every Time I Die, GWAR, and Darkest Hour were expectedly awesome, acts that should have been awesome such as Heavy Heavy Low Low and Job For A Cowboy kind of blew. A lot. Also, as awesome as The Number 12 Looks Like You was, the crowd at SOTU is not a jazz fusion/grindcore crowd and thusly, their set was not appreciated. Bunch of fucking heathens if you ask me.
Anyhoo, onto the real reason that I haven't gotten around to this in a damn long time. Allison came out here to visit my sad self the 9th thru the 14th. Given that I have been less than happy the entire time I've been out here, this was a MUCH needed reprieve from the monotony of Colorado life. You know, that and I might kind of like her just a little. Anyhoo, let's get right down to the visit:

Thursday 8/9: Allison's plane was supposed to arrive around 4:30 in the afternoon. Due to weather in Baltimore as well as the midwest, Allison does not arrive until after 7 PM. No one is happy about this development, but we each have a cigarette, head home, and get ready to crash. First, Allison gives me the birthday present she made me: A knit cap to match my tattoo! I love it and am a little sad that it's like 90 fucking degrees out because I can't show it off.














Friday 8/10: With Allison's pending visit, I realized how little there is to do in Colorado. So, with the question "how do we occupy 5 days with something other than illicit bedroom activities?" looming large, I decided to plan a trip to the zoo. Some friends of mine from high school accompanied us. We saw animals. They were in cages. That's about all there is to say. It was a fun time though. David, Andrea, Allison, and I then went to the cherry creek mall and just chilled with some starbucks. That night, Allison and I decided to break out a bottle of Rasberry Smirnoff I had acquired. Family Guy, while already a pretty genius show, is even more genius when you're hammered. We then snuck out to smoke, because being drunk without nicotine is like having a sandwich without lunch meat. You can do it, but why would you want to? Afterwards (overshare alert! you have been warned!) we had really epic sex for what was essentially an entire "Spoon" album. Have I mentioned how much I love alcohol sometimes? Needless to say, I had the best sleep I have had, arguably all summer.

Saturday 8/11: Knowing Allison's love of tea, I took her on the tour of the Celestial Seasonings tea factory. I picked up some tea you can only get at the factory that has almost as much caffeine per 8 oz. as a double shot of espresso. I then took Allison to Boulder to introduce her to the glory of Wahoos Fish Taco. We were going to peruse pearl street afterwards, but due to a hot sauce mishap, we just went home, then hung out with some of my high school friends in Longmont. August 10th was a somewhat special night, however, because it marks Allison's and my first real "date" (things like this are what happen when your relationship begins as a series of drunken hookups, you're together for 5 months total, dating for 3 of them, and it takes you that entire time to go on one date). Anyway, we perused the shops on Pear Street after getting tapas at The Med. Later that night we went to a party at Josh Wise's. These functions tend to be pretty epic and awesome, and for the first 3 or so hours, it totally was. Everyone was drinking and having a good time. So good a time that no one noticed how fucking trashed Ryan Orendorff was getting until he was practically unconscious on the trampoline. He then started yelling about how he needed a hospital, but he also kept insisting he needed to be intubated. Since that's what they do if you have a collapsed lung, I knew I was more sober and could be of help. Allison, Josh Lostroh, and I were the only ones who fucking did anything though, and after that Allison and I headed home because it was fucking exhausting. Unfortunately, Allison had had a bit much, so it was not straight to bed, but rather straight to the altar of the porcelain goddess. We waited it out though, and eventually got to sleep.

Sunday 8/12: Allison awoke on Sunday with the worst hangover I've born witness to in a good while. Bad enough that my mom instantly knew she was hungover when we came up. More vomiting came this morning, but eventually she felt good enough to go to the Jesters Dinner Theater performance of The Wizard of Oz (hey, if I could have taken her to a show that didn't blow, I would have, but it couldn't be helped). It was fun introducing her around, as I am something of a staple there, so I got to feel like a bit of a big shot. WOOT! Anyhoo, that night we decided to head out to the Simpsons Movie, as she hadn't seen it. This marked time #3 for me, but i didn't care because we had 2 free passes. That night, however, Allison's uber hangover made a lot more sense. See we hadn't been drinking at all Sunday night, yet somehow around midnight I wound up hurling anyway. So we're thinking that the epic hangover may have been part stomach bug as well.

Monday 8/13: Monday morning blew. I felt like shit and just kind of stumbled around the house. We were supposed to go boating with my sister and her boyfriend around horsetooth reservoir, but I felt like too much crap. I hear it rained up there anyway, so we wouldn't have been able to boat. Anyhoo, we just kind of hung around the house most of the day. Allison got to try buffalo burgers that night, which are always delicious. Got coffee with Joe and Liz Lembo that night, then just kind of chilled and went to sleep.

Tuesday 8/14: The day Allison left. boo... Anyway we got her stuff ready to go, got ice cream at Glacier with Steph and Will, and I took her to the airport and we had our goodbyes. Now lonely Michael is lonely again. shit.

Oh well, I go back to NY in 9 days, which is not nearly soon enough, but then I'll get to see everyone within two weeks of today.