Let me preface this entry by saying that I generally like to think of myself as a caring person. I try not to be shallow; judging everyone by their personalities alone and view everyone the same, despite their appearances. That being said, in the story following, I don’t display any of those qualities. So….if you are offended, forgive me and if you know me you know that this is occurring at a time in my life where I think I can be a little shallow.
The story begins about a month ago. All my buddy’s wives, girlfriends, ex-wives and wardens were out of town for a bachelorette party. So as everyone was free for the weekend, we decided to have a guy’s night by going to a Rockies game Friday night. There were six of us, all of whom are great friends and have known each other for years. To protect the innocent lets just call them: The Bee, Rainman, Penny Loafers, Diorama and Hairy Palms. Par the course, I could not tell you much about the game as we proceeded to drink too much and ended up at the Sandlot bar by the middle of the 5th.
Following up the riveting game, we decided to go out to the bars.
Bar 1: Cruise Room – I usually love the Cruise Room, but tonight the locale can be summed up with 3 things: expensive drinks, old people and drunken idiots (us). We walked in and noticed we were the youngest people in the bar, by a lot. After the complaining of “Why are we here?” died down from those who didn’t make a suggestion about where to go, we settled in for a drink. Ten minutes in, “Diorama” introduced me as his “divorced friend” to a table of single ladies. Is that my new title? Awesome! However to his cred, it did work in getting me sitting at their table. I believe they were attractive; of course the 3 hours of drinking beforehand could have swayed my judgment a little. Anyway, they were all divorced too…..yeah……and they seemed a little bitter. I hope I don’t end up that way. Either way, I did get their numbers. Oh also, I think “Penny Loafers” got the digits of an older gentleman wearing a sports coat. Not sure what his wife will think of that, but he was really into him. Personally I think it was sports coat envy.
Bar 2: Rio – Here’s where the shit hit the fan. Last time I was at the Rio……a couple years ago…..it was filled with attractive, witty single women; women who you are instantly attracted to and who you can have a good conversation with. The kind of women who, despite our obvious shortcomings, my friends and I have been lucky enough to end up with. However this time…..not so much.
We walk in….the bar is filled with lots of very scary women. I am talking McDonald’s eating, muffin-top bearing, Aqua-netted Phys-Ed teachers. Oh my god! So I am drunk…yes still drunk(are you seeing a theme here?) and starting to freak out a little… is this what my future holds? I decide the best way to get through this is…obviously...a Rio marg; in retrospect, maybe not the best choice. So after about 20 minutes and drinking pressure for “Rainman”, who was in College Rainman form, and another margarita……I don’t feel any better. I know I haven’t dated for almost 5 years, but is this really what I have to look forward too? I look to my right and besides “The Bee” passed out on the table next to me mumbling something about monkeys, there is a table of hungry Cougars looking to devour any innocent prey that walks by. Uh oh….my chest is starting to constrict. To my left there is a mess of ladies dancing to the music, it’s like a spandex party at Jenny Craig’s. Can’t breathe…. have to step outside; I am freaking out!!! I go downstairs and talk myself down from my first ever panic attack. I tell myself “This is not that typical, it’s just a weird night, nothing to worry about. Stop being so shallow, I’m sure their great people……”
So after getting my breathing back to normal, I go back upstairs to our table. Low and behold as the table comes into view, I see the table of cougars has now swarmed our table. Let me say the smallest of these ladies outweighed the heaviest of us by about 50lbs. They have completely engulfed “Rainman” and “Penny Loafer”. Pardon the obvious comparison, but it appeared like hunters circling in on their pray. They are obviously scared…”Rainman” is sweating and “Penny Loafer” is laughing nervously. None the less, they are chatting these ladies up. Honestly, when any of us are drunk we’ll talk to a tree if its leaves are blowing. Again, on any other day, I’m sure I would have been all about talking to these ladies, however not tonight. The only person who seems somewhat disturbed in my other single friend, “Hairy Palms”, who looks like he just witnessed the trampling of a baby calve by a pack of elephants. So I proceed to walk past the table, pretending not to know any of them, only making eye contact with “Hairy Palms” and go back outside to reevaluate the night’s events…while vomiting in an alley. Funny side note, I have thrown up more in the last month than I probably have since graduating from college. Mostly from terrible, Mexican tequila…but that is another story.
Anyway, after that the night was pretty much over. While waiting for light rail for 45 minutes, away from the hunting grounds, I realized that this was not typical and things will be fine but…..wow what a night!
This photo is of the house that I would buy if I had a spare 6 mill....
1. Vietnam – I have always wanted to see Vietnam. It’s supposed to be as beautiful as Thailand but less developed and touristy. Large Asian cities don’t appeal to me, however Saigon(Ho Chi Min City) is a must! From the capital of French Indochina to the seat of communist Vietnam the cities history intrigues me. Although a somber monument, I think visiting a part of the Ho Chi Min Trail would be remarkable after learning about it in school. The beaches of Vietnam are supposed to be just as breathtaking as Thailand; plus it’s one of the last places on earth where people like Americans. I think this one is really going to happen for me. I am planning on meeting my bro and his girlfriend next spring for the Vietnamese new year! Nothing like a romantic trip to Vietnam....with someone's brother tagging along. Hopefully Char and I can ditch Dan for some of the time ;)
2. China - I've always want to see Hong Kong but never really had it high on my list of potential vaca spots. After seeing Mary Carillo's pieces(she is crazy but a fun kind of crazy)on China during the Olympics...which I was addicted too...this has moved up on my list. I love architecture so all the large, modern skyscrapers of Hong Kong would be awe-inspiring to see. In addition, now I want to see Shanghai, Weifang, the Kite Capital or the world, the Panda refugee and then eat some chocolate covered insects....do I really want to be just like Mary Carillo??? In addition, the East meets West allure of Taiwan would be fascinating too. I think I can piggy-back off the trip to Vietnam with a jaunt over to China. Who knows, maybe I'll fall in love with China and never come back!
3. Portugal – Can not wait to get here. I’ve heard the people are friendly and lively and the lifestyle is laid back…..like Spain, however it’s supposed to be more rustic and less touristy. I am and history dork so visiting this old century, maritime, world power is alluring. Although the Igreja de São RoqueI Jesuit church and the Conimbrigia ruins are must see sites, I mostly want to rent a bike and ride from coastal town to town and drink San Gria in a café on the beach. 
4. Argentina, particularly Buenos Aires - It’s kind of dorky, but Matt Lauer was there for, where in the world is Matt Lauer and it looked impressive! The food and culture is supposed to be vibrant and young. Beunos Aires in particular looks kind of like a Paris in S. America. Plus I would love to learn the Argentine Tango...or at least dance with a sexy Argentinean! Plus Patagonia looks fantastic...of course it’s probably a lot like Colorado, but I have always wanted to go. You think if I wear my Northface or LL Bean fleece to Patagonia, I'll be chased out of the region?
5. Seychelles – A few tropical islands in the Indian Ocean. Talk about isolated, this nation is 1000 miles from its closest neighbor….Madagascar! It’s so expensive to get there, but I think the effort would be well rewarded. White sand, blue ocean, French-Indian fusion food….what more can you ask for? The island has no indigenous people and was first visited in the 16th Century. The people of the Seychelles, Seychellois, represent a true melting pot of African, French and Indian people. Interestingly enough the society is matriarchal…ie.Women tend to be dominant in the households. Plus, they speak French, which proves that my 5 years of learning French aren’t wasted :)
Have you seen Avenue Q yet? If not, you must!
I have wanted to do a fast for awhile now to clean out my system. I’ve read it’s an extremely healthy way to “reset” your body. With the amount of training I’ve been doing for the last 6 months, I haven’t been able to try a fast. Now that my triathlon season is over, I decided this is the week! 
