Big Time

This is looking like it's going to be an alright post -- I'm sitting here hopped up on caffeine, with nothing to do because my boss had to leave early.


I suppose I could put up pics from my weekend, ya know, like, a week late. Oh well. They're pretty good. (Also, if you haven't, download "Our Life is Not A Movie or Maybe" by Okkervil River if you haven't yet. It's fantastic.)


On Friday we had these grand plans of just going to the Rockies game, hanging out, and driving home. Well, we ended up staying in Denver and partying our asses off. Stoli Blueberry and Red Bulls were only $3.00 at Sports Column, and we were already buzzed, so we stuck around there all night. We ended up running into a ton of friends from FoCo that live in Denver now. Apparently, because there is no dance floor on the roof, my friends and I decided to make one. People were staring, but we were all too drunk to care. Michelle and I got a little wastey-faced, and ended up lying on the floor like baby jesuses. I started throwing vitamin C pills at everyone so they wouldn't get sick, burned my mouth on pizza, and somehow got to Colin's friend Kyle's house unscathed. We each got room on a bed, because his roomates weren't there, but we ended up literally passing out in a pile. Caroline woke up on top of Michelle and Colin and made her way to another room, and I woke up at about 8am with a corner of a blanket next to both Colin and Michelle. We had to go back to Foco to get ready for our BBQ, so we drove back with Colin. I was so hung over I thought I was going to die. So then, we got ready for our party, which involved me buying WAY too much food (we literally have 40 hamburger pattys and 40 hot dogs left for the rest of the summer. Wtf?). Anyhoozle, we had a blast, went through 3 kegs, the cops came so we moved the keg to The Compound, drank it dry, and went to the Armadillo for karaoke. Whoever came up with the idea was a genius -- it was one of the best nights I've had in a long time. So yeah, there's the weekend. These are pictures.

So there they are. I'm not exactly sure what I'm supposed to be doing at work today -- my boss peaced out and told me "we have about 50 things to do, but you know what? I don't care!" Which I am totally alright with. I spent probably a good hour, hour and a half reading the best of Craig's List, all of which are freaking hilarious. The animal ones are too awesome for words.

In my apparent quest to become uber-dorky, I have purchased tickets for the midnight showing of Pirates of the Carribbean: Something Something... Pirates. I desperately hope she doesn't see this -- we've actually convinced Caroline to dress up like a pirate. I told her it was required. The worst part? She actually has a pirate outfit. I think we'll all end up doing it though, because I had to keep the lie going so she didn't find out, and now Heather's all in a tizzy because she doesn't own anything pirate-y enough. Bwahahah.

I convinced Tyler to go to The Faint with me in Boulder in June. Oh god, I'm so excited to see them. Last time I went, it was the biggest scene dance party ever. Every single person was dancing -- the best part is that it's a 2-nighter at the Fox, and it's super small. Come to think of it, I need to get tickets now.

Kind of brings me to another point -- the Bloc Party show on the 12th. I'm so unbelievably excited for it I can't contain myself. I was reading some music blog and stumbled across one of the opening bands for that show -- The Maccabbees. They're actually really good, and have the same energetic sound at BP -- I figured I'd be able to look really, really indie if I knew their songs at the show. Here's a website with MP3's to download. Check them out -- they're great, and the MP3's are free. Get 'em while they're hot:
http://www.indietastic.net/cms/2007/05/start_of_maccabees_us_tour_del.html
I love that the site is called "IndieTastic". It just makes it so much better.

I couldn't watch the finale of Lost last night and have gotten five, FIVE texts about the insanity... I'm super pissed. I want to watch it. I also missed the American Idol finale, but decided to spoil the outcome for myself seeing as the DVR apparently cut off the last 10 minutes. Jordin won. Sorry. Like you couldn't have guessed. Even though she was the obvious choice, and I was rooting for her the whole time, after Melinda was eliminated, it just seemed too easy. Like, "sorry Blake, your beatboxing was cute, but I can sing while screaming, and that's a big deal. Now watch me ink this pop-star deal and be a blip on the map in 2 years. Praise Jesus" As much as it might sound biased, her background is far too conservative to have a lucrative mainstream career. I know that sex isn't the only thing that sells, but she wouldn't be able to do it very well anyways, but still.

Alright, I've run out of things to write about, but hope you're satisfied. Au revoir!