Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Things to Do in Denver When You're Drunk

This past weekend Richard and I flew to visit our friend Krista in Denver and drank our body weight in alcohol.


Denver
is a very active city, offering plenty of opportunities to enjoy the outdoors, bike, run, raft, etc.
When we began planning the trip several weeks ago, words like “hike” and “camp” were being thrown around by our hostess (rather carelessly and cavalier, in my opinion), and to prepare for the weekend I thought it best to pack clothes that would protect me against rain, snow, wind and wild cougars.

But as the days leading up to the visit unfolded, talk of the great outdoors subsided and were replaced with conversations about “catching up” and “relaxing” and “not getting out of bed until afternoon” and other, more meaningful subjects more closely associated with weekend getaways.

Krista was hosting a party, and when we arrived (after literally waiting more than an hour at baggage claim – thanks Frontier Airlines!), Richard and I were handed some beer, and then some shots, and just a few minutes later when “Girlfriend” by Pebbles came through the stereo, the troubles of work and Chicago seemed far, far away.

After an unfortunate incident occurred early in the morning hours, we decided the best way to tackle the rest of the holiday weekend would not be through physical outdoorsy activities (camping, hiking, etc.) but through more alcohol.

Alcohol for brunch. Lunch. With a mid-afternoon snack. Dinner. As prolonged nightcap. Bloody Marys, Beer, Tequila, Krista's Kick-Ass Lemonades, Gin and Tonics, Rum and Cokes, Mojitos. And some shot called a Washington Apple.

Pass out, awake, repeat.

Of course, drink is not all we did: I bought a new camera (yes!), danced to Kelly Clarkson, went to Vail, used a mustard bottle as a microphone to rock out to Bon Jovi, tried to climb a giant iron cow statue, dropped a good $12 on snacks in a vending machine, and sang the “Everything’s better with Blue Bonnet on it” song, repeatedly. It should also be pointed out that Richard let the terrorists win -- just a little bit -- by buying the pink sugar cookies instead of the red/white and blue ones, but nevermind.

14 comments:

egan said...

Hmm, I hear Denver has much to offer. This has been a valuable lesson. When in Denver, drink!

Diana said...

I've never been to Denver, but I think I'd like it there.

michael5000 said...

I've never really warmed up to Denver, but now I can see I just haven't been taking the right approach. I can't WAIT until the next visit to my in-laws, now!

One Lil Aussie said...

I bought the pink cookies in the name of Denver Pride which was in full swing (not!) the whole weekend! Besides, you know the pink ones tasted better..not as bitter and less of that god-awful 'Dubya' aftertaste! :)

BeckyE said...

Your writing always cracks me up. The lemonade recipe should be shared - its nearly summer and you just can't keep something 'kick ass' to yourself!

I'm Not Carrie Bradshaw said...

I am using this as my guide when I'm there next week. Nothing like a bunch of drunk librarians running around!

K.I.D. said...

Did Richard order French Fries instead of Freedom Fries, too? I'll be he did.

Sooooo disappointing.

Julie_Gong said...

...some shot called Washington Apple. Cherry please... Washington Apple is like THE shot of all shots!

mysterygirl! said...

I deeply approve of your weekend and your ingenuity in finding a Bon Jovi-worthy microphone. I, too, enjoy taking the drinking tour of whatever city I find myself in.

10,000 Spoons said...

I'm frankly curious as to what your body weight IS... That way I can see if I"m anywhere near competition...

chuckdaddy2000 said...

I hope you at least found time to eat the infamous Denver Omelette.

Kadonkadonk said...
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Kadonkadonk said...

I love Denver. Any city that has built their airport out of a giant circus tent has got to be fun.

5 of 9er said...

We would of come along... but Richard and I do not need to fly together.