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Labels: other random shit

We had a kick ass weekend.



Friday night, we went to a banquet downtown honoring the graduating residents. Although it was a four hour show, it went by quickly with a lot of wine. I also had the pleasure of sitting with a few of the retired faculty and one of their wives. She knew of my hometown and the name of the drugstore that used to be there (we'd walk to it after school, sit on the barstools and have marshmellow cokes ... it'd be fine as long as you didn't stick your straw INto the marshmellow).



After the banquet, HDHusband and I headed out to a local bar with some of the other attendings. It should be said that the bar we went to is known in our city to be mostly for those over the age of 60. You must have silver hair, slick it down and tan a lot - if you are a guy. The last time I went there, I was with Kath. Some very old and wrinkly hand reached out from the crowd, grabbed my arm, and asked me why I was going home so early. I think, at best, he was 80. It was completely a Tales From the Crypt kind of moment.



Friday night, I saw a Bar Troll at this place. She was doing her damn best to catch the attention of all of these guys in suits. She looked like Bonds hit a few homeruns on her face - it just wasn't pretty. Stringy blond hair, boogily eyes, a fake tan job that had turned her FACE gray, a tight blue strapless dress, black pantyhose and gold heels. Honest to God, she kept inching up the skirt until her control top was showing. You know, that's just not hot!



I couldn't figure out why she was giving me the Stink Eye most of the night, but after discussing with my husband later, we realized he hadn't worn his wedding ring (remember, it tumbled down an elevator shaft?) and she was eyeing me as competition. I've never seen anything so hideous in my life. I should have had my camera, but by that time, I was dead tired of carrying it around.



On Saturday, HDHusband and I went to THE POLICE concert at the Pepsi Center! I nearly wet myself. I love their music, and I would hump Sting silly if given the chance. Although, I hear he's into the tantric sex, but hey, I can learn, I suppose. Anything to hear "Wrapped Around Your Finger" and "Don't Stand So Close To Me". Sigh.



And last night (Sunday), we drove to the other side of town to a neat little Italian restaraunt. Twenty percent of your dinner bill went to support a camp in town for disabled children. Seemed like a good deal to us. Our son behaved himself (mostly) and was serenaded by a violinist (he requested, "Twinkle, Twinkle" and she obliged).



Apparently while we were on the other side of the world, there was a wind burst in our neighborhood. We had knocked out power, trees and debris everywhere. Colorado weather is weird, man. It's been hotter than blazes here lately. If you can get out early in the morning, that's great - because by 11 a.m., you're inside praying for mercy.

Tomorrow, I'm thinking of being really brave and taking my three-year-old to see Shrek in the theater. It will be an adventure, but of all things, COLD in the theater.

Labels: other random shit, the police concert, weekend