I live an hour north of Denver, so you guys are gonna wanna bug garble, oucheh, and Le Moustache about this one.

I'm assuming it's in LoDo, the former haunt of "old bums and beat cowboys" as Jack Kerouac put it. It was a "bad" part of town until Coors Field moved in. Now if you don't want to eat at Chipolte, there probably a Qdoba across the street.

Five Points is next on the gentrification list, looks like.

I have not see these Real Worlds Denver. Did anybody hump the first night?

new year's eve: a nice dinner date with a promising lady friend.

new yea's eve reality. both computers down, hours at the mac store and the mall killing time to meet w/ a technician, much swearing under my breath, much nervousness and tension for being late for a date and fucked out of work due to broken computers. i also hate the mall, so i am full of problems.

make the date on time. dinner at her place. weird ass developement community. i, wearing a tie and sporting some flowers because she is a nice girl, walk into her apartment, to logistically thought out candles and scents burning away. then i notice the massive crucifix on the wall, the rosery collection, the terrible music, the huge relax sign in the living area. i new immediately, i was very far from my element.

she did her best though and made a dinner that we both did not enjoy, though the dessert was the highlight of non spiritual talk, and she liked the movie i brought, (realms of the unreal...she likes art and well...spiritual things). so now its the intimate talk time on the couch post movie, about four hours in to...

11:45 pm, shit we are gonna miss the show we were going to see, let's have a drink and celebrate new years, then i am gonna roll. new year's toast. at this point i am "i should be on my way." at that point she wantd to burn bundles of sage to cleanse the new year. after all that time at the mall, fuck it we'll burn some sage. about 5 minutes later counting crows is playing on her ipod stereo.

this is all the beauty, the point i have the big lebowski moment. instead of saying fuck the eagles, i say fuck the counting crows. her reaction was impressive to say the least. "why would you say that?" full of fluster, gust, and confusion hints of anger. i then i embellish my hatred for the counting crows an astonshing breathless rant.

the silence was amazing. i found my element.

i thanked her for dinner and being a exceptional host. no hugs no kisses, awkward, perfected.

that was the most uncomfortable day of my adult life in recent memory. maybe the detail that i play in a band with her is important.

i've just found out tarantula ad played in warsaw 3 months ago. in a place which fruquently hosts NME-type indie events with dj's playing the killers and stuff. i recieve about 5 spam messages about them every week.
yet no one fucking bothered to even stick a fucking tarantula ad poster somwhere. or start a thread on a polish-pitchork message board. jesus fucking christ, i'm pissed.
no really, in thos moment i sort of understand why people decide buy a gun and open fire at folks they've never met.
you know, bands like them rarely play here so i feel like i missed christmas.
fuck.

hiredgeek wrote:new year's eve: a nice dinner date with a promising lady friend.

new yea's eve reality. both computers down, hours at the mac store and the mall killing time to meet w/ a technician, much swearing under my breath, much nervousness and tension for being late for a date and fucked out of work due to broken computers. i also hate the mall, so i am full of problems.

make the date on time. dinner at her place. weird ass developement community. i, wearing a tie and sporting some flowers because she is a nice girl, walk into her apartment, to logistically thought out candles and scents burning away. then i notice the massive crucifix on the wall, the rosery collection, the terrible music, the huge relax sign in the living area. i new immediately, i was very far from my element.

she did her best though and made a dinner that we both did not enjoy, though the dessert was the highlight of non spiritual talk, and she liked the movie i brought, (realms of the unreal...she likes art and well...spiritual things). so now its the intimate talk time on the couch post movie, about four hours in to...

11:45 pm, shit we are gonna miss the show we were going to see, let's have a drink and celebrate new years, then i am gonna roll. new year's toast. at this point i am "i should be on my way." at that point she wantd to burn bundles of sage to cleanse the new year. after all that time at the mall, fuck it we'll burn some sage. about 5 minutes later counting crows is playing on her ipod stereo.

this is all the beauty, the point i have the big lebowski moment. instead of saying fuck the eagles, i say fuck the counting crows. her reaction was impressive to say the least. "why would you say that?" full of fluster, gust, and confusion hints of anger. i then i embellish my hatred for the counting crows an astonshing breathless rant.

the silence was amazing. i found my element.

i thanked her for dinner and being a exceptional host. no hugs no kisses, awkward, perfected.

that was the most uncomfortable day of my adult life in recent memory. maybe the detail that i play in a band with her is important.

Wow.

That's all just amazing. Thanks for sharing. I want some follow-up on upcoming band practices.

nihil wrote:

cwiko wrote:I'm thinking I'll need stitches, but I've heard that after 24 hours or so, they're not practical anymore. Plus I don't have health insurance.

You really should see a doctor. If that wound gets infected it won't be pretty. I'll bet that owing money to a hospital is a lot better than losing an eye. Unless, of course, you want to look like a pirate.

You can fake stitches using butterfly tape or steri-strips. Attach one side, then pull that side tight against the other. Use plenty. Don't leave weird gaps. Do this now (though it may be too late and the sides may not knit together).

hiredgeek wrote:that was the most uncomfortable day of my adult life in recent memory. maybe the detail that i play in a band with her is important.

That was a great story! But the best is the kicker here at the end! Salut! I too want details on forthcoming band practices.

bumble wrote:You can fake stitches using butterfly tape or steri-strips. Attach one side, then pull that side tight against the other. Use plenty. Don't leave weird gaps. Do this now (though it may be too late and the sides may not knit together).

That thought did cross my mind until I went to the hospital & they said they could still work with it. I'll be getting the five stitches removed from my forehead either tomorrow or Tuesday.

Thanks!

hiredgeek wrote:new year's eve: a nice dinner date with a promising lady friend.

new yea's eve reality. both computers down, hours at the mac store and the mall killing time to meet w/ a technician, much swearing under my breath, much nervousness and tension for being late for a date and fucked out of work due to broken computers. i also hate the mall, so i am full of problems.

make the date on time. dinner at her place. weird ass developement community. i, wearing a tie and sporting some flowers because she is a nice girl, walk into her apartment, to logistically thought out candles and scents burning away. then i notice the massive crucifix on the wall, the rosery collection, the terrible music, the huge relax sign in the living area. i new immediately, i was very far from my element.

she did her best though and made a dinner that we both did not enjoy, though the dessert was the highlight of non spiritual talk, and she liked the movie i brought, (realms of the unreal...she likes art and well...spiritual things). so now its the intimate talk time on the couch post movie, about four hours in to...

11:45 pm, shit we are gonna miss the show we were going to see, let's have a drink and celebrate new years, then i am gonna roll. new year's toast. at this point i am "i should be on my way." at that point she wantd to burn bundles of sage to cleanse the new year. after all that time at the mall, fuck it we'll burn some sage. about 5 minutes later counting crows is playing on her ipod stereo.

this is all the beauty, the point i have the big lebowski moment. instead of saying fuck the eagles, i say fuck the counting crows. her reaction was impressive to say the least. "why would you say that?" full of fluster, gust, and confusion hints of anger. i then i embellish my hatred for the counting crows an astonshing breathless rant.

the silence was amazing. i found my element.

i thanked her for dinner and being a exceptional host. no hugs no kisses, awkward, perfected.

that was the most uncomfortable day of my adult life in recent memory. maybe the detail that i play in a band with her is important.

How the fuck did you end up playing in a band with someone who likes the Counting Crows?

hiredgeek wrote:new year's eve: a nice dinner date with a promising lady friend.

new yea's eve reality. both computers down, hours at the mac store and the mall killing time to meet w/ a technician, much swearing under my breath, much nervousness and tension for being late for a date and fucked out of work due to broken computers. i also hate the mall, so i am full of problems.

make the date on time. dinner at her place. weird ass developement community. i, wearing a tie and sporting some flowers because she is a nice girl, walk into her apartment, to logistically thought out candles and scents burning away. then i notice the massive crucifix on the wall, the rosery collection, the terrible music, the huge relax sign in the living area. i new immediately, i was very far from my element.

she did her best though and made a dinner that we both did not enjoy, though the dessert was the highlight of non spiritual talk, and she liked the movie i brought, (realms of the unreal...she likes art and well...spiritual things). so now its the intimate talk time on the couch post movie, about four hours in to...

11:45 pm, shit we are gonna miss the show we were going to see, let's have a drink and celebrate new years, then i am gonna roll. new year's toast. at this point i am "i should be on my way." at that point she wantd to burn bundles of sage to cleanse the new year. after all that time at the mall, fuck it we'll burn some sage. about 5 minutes later counting crows is playing on her ipod stereo.

this is all the beauty, the point i have the big lebowski moment. instead of saying fuck the eagles, i say fuck the counting crows. her reaction was impressive to say the least. "why would you say that?" full of fluster, gust, and confusion hints of anger. i then i embellish my hatred for the counting crows an astonshing breathless rant.

the silence was amazing. i found my element.

i thanked her for dinner and being a exceptional host. no hugs no kisses, awkward, perfected.

that was the most uncomfortable day of my adult life in recent memory. maybe the detail that i play in a band with her is important.

you never mentioned if she was fat or not, I can't really enjoy the story unless I know if she was fat or not

I like roast beef