denver

Your last night away from home puts you in an unfamiliar place, across the table from a face you haven’t seen in six years and forty pounds. He is older and bearded, and the baskets of wings vary from sweet to hot, and the pomegranate margarita is exactly the kind of sweet, fluffy drink you want at the end of the trip when beer tastes too much like effort.

You explain your life to his girlfriend, with all its complexities and oddities and self-determined ethics, and what should have been a completely substandard hot tub visit due to lack of ‘hot’ turns into utter hilarity when the preteens invade the tub. The four of you mock them mercilessly, their senses of self-preservation so woefully undeveloped they do not even recognize your mockery.

I’m in Colorado, doing random Drupal work. Here’s what I’ve been up to:

I’m in Colorado, doing random Drupal work. Here’s what I’ve been up to:

• 7:04 AM MT: Windows open. Birdsong. My last lazy morning of furlough #1. I fly in 25 hours, and while lovely here, it’s time to go home.
• 10:24 AM MT: Showered, starting to pack up. Soon we drive to Denver - the last city on the tour. Tonight, tequila and hot tubs … and dreams of home.
• 2:40 PM MT: Packed up. Leaving Fort Collins, heading to Denver.
• 6:22 PM MT: Drinks with Dan and Chris. Hoping they’ll let me sober up before my flight.
• 7:30 PM MT: Margarita and wings consumed. Now the hot tub.
• 9:35 PM MT: Revenge on gaggle of preteens who were jerks in the hot tub: we hit all the breakers on our way out.

I’m in Colorado, doing random Drupal work. Here’s what I’ve been up to:

• 8:01 AM MT: Daunting and fabulous: http://ping.fm/jauJj
• 1:23 PM MT: Site upgrades have begun. What’s weird is that I can feel my mind shifting back to work mode. Less fluffy. More mercenary.
• 5:18 PM MT: I’ve given up on the import for the day. Houston, we are at FAIL.
• 6:52 PM MT: As I said to @imevilduckie just now re: Mrs. Lovett from Sweeney Todd: “Do I look like Happily Ever After is my style?”

I’m in Colorado, doing random Drupal work. Here’s what I’ve been up to:

Oh, my dear little librarian. You pile up enough tomorrows, and you’ll find you are left with nothing but a lot of empty yesterdays. I don’t know about you, but I’d like to make today worth remembering.
- from The Music Man (thanks, Katie!)

Or …

The cheese dances in the park after the seance.
(Thanks, Rachel. We’ll come back to this one in a few months.)

Listmaking has begun in earnest. Panic started two days ago. There is much to do and a rapidly-lessening amount of time to do it in. A rough idea of my itinerary: