Springtime for Harley and Something that rhymes with Germany…
OR “If I was a rich man...”
To be clear H & H are not well to do. We’re much better off than we deserve, but we don’t come close to the folks that jet in and out of Aspen.
However, like mice living in the shadows of a 5 star kitchen, we do pretty well off the scraps. (I originally wrote “roaches,” then thought better of comparing H to a roach. Me maybe, but not her.)
Add to this, the wonderfully bi-polar nature of springtime in Colorado, and you have a recipe for really good ride.
When I was younger, I swore to myself that I wouldn’t become someone who lived solely for the weekend. Sometimes I’m able to stick to my vow, sometimes I’m not, but sometimes – as much as it galls me to admit it – I’m fortunate enough to have a really cool weekend.
Friday Night: A friend buys us tickets to benefit dinner in Aspen. Free dinner and drinks plus a comedy show.
Saturday Morning: Wake up. Go to the skate park. Fall down on concrete for several hours.
Saturday Afternoon: Turn in 90k project. *Collective sigh of relief*
Saturday Afternoon: Different friend takes us out to dinner; we all go see Little Shop of Horrors.
Sunday Morning – Afternoon: Wake up. H & H go snowboarding. (Recall I was skating just the day before. Have I mentioned I love spring?) I finally step up to big air elements and come back unbroken.*collective sigh of relief*
Sunday Night: Begin planning next big writing project.
And? It’s snowing right now. The passes will likely be closed by sundown.
Even more fun than a return to winter conditions is this coming weekend ….
Ya Se Fue!
Yup. Ozomatli is having a free show in Aspen, Friday night. Ozomatli is found somewhere on the spectrum of Mariachi-Ska-Punk-Hip Hop, which (in addition to having something like 9 members), means that when these brothers get after it, Harley just can’t say “no.”
They're also some of the happiest performers on earth.
The show is followed by Spring Break – an entire week of skating / writing / boarding / sleeping out of my car. Plus, I promised a friend I would get her a paintball gun. Hades and all the Hells hath no fury like a scorned woman armed with a paintball gun. You heard it here first.
Life is good, kids. Damn, damn good. Again and again, I get better than I deserve. And you guys are part of that. Thank you.
Enough sap. If you’re in Colorado this Friday, and if you can pick me out of a darkened crowd of hundreds, I’ll see you Aspen.