Bartending is a gig that makes you a lot of things to a lot of people; entertainer, psychologist, sounding board, drug dealer, drinking buddy and so on. Often I find myself shifting between each role on a nightly basis, requiring me to not only remember drink orders but to keep in mind exactly what happened last week in “Becky’s” and “Jesse’s” and “Tim’s” lives. Of course there is a monetary benefit to filling the role as it is needed, as the customers that perceive you are invested in their lives tend to part with their money easier. And for the most part I enjoy listening to people and what they have going on in their lives. The problem is when the roles shift viciously. What often starts as a innocuous conversation about how their job is going suddenly shifts to a rant about why men don’t ask her out, or why his twenty year marriage ended. That quick alteration; the move from seemingly stable to slightly deranged, is disorienting and forces me to move from fun bartender guy to wary drink manager; counting the number of shots and preparing the obligatory “I think you’ve had too much. Please finish your drink and get out of the bar, you’re making the children cry” speech. Such is the life in a tiny town full of crazies. The Feed: Continue reading
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We were at the Bronco’s game last night in Denver to witness a tough loss against a Pittsburgh team that apparently has nearly as many fans in Denver as the Bronco’s. The ratio of yellow to orange was ridiculously high. A rough game to watch, but one that provided some many moments of hilarity. My favorites: 1. us trash talking to the Steeler’s fans in front of us, who managed to not get offended when we a) insulted their education system b) called them coal miners and c) told them that they were bandwagon fans, but got pissed when Casey refereed to the terrible towel as the Shamwow towel; “dude, that’s not funny. Broncos fans are dicks.” 2. Our friend Pat screaming at a rather large Polumolu fan, well after the game was over, who was there with his family for some wholesome family fun: “Hey!! Polumolu! Shoehorn yourself back in to your seat you fat bastard!!” Pat was very angry all night. And finally 3. Pat, again very angry, trying to pick fights with Steelers fans as we descended 5 stories down to the exit; “Hey, give me your kid’s terrible towel! I need to wipe my ass!!” Truly a wholesome evening for all. The Feed:
I had forgotten about this handy little website that lists a huge number of cycling climbs in Colorado, their total ascents and average pitch, and relative ranking. I’m super excited to try to blow out a quad checking some of these out.
Outside’s list of the top 5 environmental (non-documentary) movies of all time. What does this translate to? About three movies that belong and then Outside scraping the bottom of the barrel for number 4 thru 5 (Waterworld? We get it. Kevin Kostner lives in a world where the ice caps have melted. Thanks for the subtle message). At least the Day after Tomorrow didn’t make it.
This is kind of cool: universities are turning to thermal power to reduce their energy costs and carbon footprint. I don’t really have anything too witty to say about this one, other than to say that I really enjoy the existence of schools where girls make it a point to look super hot everyday just to “fit in.” Ahh college.
I thought this little advice column about how to prevent altitude sickness was amusing (one of the medicines often prescribed is Viagra). Because often I wanted to ascend a mountain with a boner.
Lindsey Vonn‘s gym workout. This stuff looks incredibly difficult. Dear Lindsey; I am currently taken, but I’ll keep your number around in case something happens. You never know, I might give you a shot. Keep up those workouts. I like ’em fit.
I’m running way behind this morning and now our incredibly large lab is passed out on my legs so I’m trying to be nice and not move him but my ability to get coffee is severely hampered and I have to go the the bathroom and I’m hungry and I’m going to be late for work. AHHHHHH!!!! The Feed: Continue reading
I’m recovering from another amazingly fun weekend in Boulder. Made more fun by the Halloween weekend which made the town overflow with scantily clad co-eds. Suffice to say, the scenery was amazing. Apart from the usual drinking and general debauchery, we managed to get in some great workouts, including a Boulder Resevoir strike and the always gorgeous Mt. Sanitas. Boulder makes me dance with glee every time I’m there. The Feed: Continue reading
I’m finally feeling a bit less like walking death after an intense weekend in Aspen. The Golden Leaf Half Marathon was, for the most part, a lot of fun; minus the falls, the excruciating first mile, and the shredding apart of muscle tissue in attempts to run downhill fast. My training plan and summer in Wisconsin managed to result in exactly (to the minute) the same time I got last year. Cheese curds do not do a runner good. Max and Casey both did extremely well, finishing in the top 30 out of 800 racers. Overall, fun times. And then came our recovery plan, which essentially consisted of a Saturday night bender followed up by a speed hike up Aspen Mountain on Sunday. A summary of our conversation on the hike – Max: “All you guys do is bitch.”, Casey: “This is a bad idea. My hip hurts.” Me: “I’m hungry. Did anyone bring curds?” Thank God for the gondola ride to the bottom. I’ll have the Golden Leaf and Aspen Mountain hike posts up soon. Until then, the Feed: Continue reading
Colorado managed to hand me a nice little “F you pal” in the form of a couple of inches of snow in the mountains. I’m not ready for snow yet. Snow means cold mornings, dark afternoons and less girls in small running shorts. For this weekend’s half-marathon, snow would mean a muddy course, ice and a general lack of desire to pound out 13+ miles as fast as possible. And less girls in small running shorts. Get with it Colorado! The Feed: Continue reading
In an effort to tone down my caffeine intake a bit I’ve taken to only having two cups of coffee all day, both in the morning. Yesterday, with Portland-esque weather temporarily destroying my running plans, I brewed up some of the bean to power through the gray skies and afternoon lethargy. After downing another two cups I headed out to Red Rocks Canyon to get some trail running in. Lo and behold, afternoon coffee turned out to be a horrible idea. You know your gas is bad when you look behind you to make sure that no one is close to your cloud of doom. Coffee: keeping colons clean since 1400. The Feed:
Speaking of clearing out colons, Next Generation Food has a handy chart up that provides caloric information for some of the nation’s top fast food joints, in case you had no idea that wolfing down four pieces of Pizza Hut could be so bad for you.
The NYT Well blog has an incredibly interesting article up that discusses the link between exercise and increased cognitive ability. It appears from the studies that aerobic activity may be the best type of exercise for increasing brain power. Which begs the inevitable question: how many miles must this woman run before something starts clicking in there?
Check out this much more detailed running calculator. Select a distance and input a time and the calculator not only details your projected splits and projected time for other running events it also creates a quick training plan for you. Great tool for training.
A short interview with the Cinncinati Bengal’s Dhani Jones (of Dhani Tackles the Globe fame) who seems to have pretty good taste. Except in his employer. And I’m pretty sure that unless you are a huge black dude or an old college professor, bow ties just don’t work.
Coolest commute ever:
Happy Thursday! One more day until the weekend. Until then, stay strong people. Stay strong.