On Saturday afternoon, went went to my son's school's "Fall Festival". You show up with your child in Halloween get-up, you could ride a little train, pick out a pumpkin, judge in a chili competition (HDH kept saying, "yours is as good as theirs!"), and you could stand in line for FUCKING EVER to have your kid's face painted.

Now, here's the thing: There were two different face painters. The one woman was speedy and good. The other woman was slow and good. We ended up with "slow and good". Apparently, she thought she was painting the Sistine Chapel on each kid's face. But, even with her going sooooooooooo slow, we had to deal with The Dad in front of us in line.

We had been standing in line for an hour and half, and there were exactly six children in front of us. And The Dad. Suddenly, The Dad is chewing ass on the little boy in front of us. The little boy (rightfully) didn't think it was very fair that The Dad had been holding 'the space' for four to five other children. Essentially, those kids were off playing and he let them cut in; therefore, knocking us all back another thirty minutes.

And the little boy didn't understand, and I didn't blame him. If your kids are too busy playing to stand in line (especially THAT MANY - one I could understand), then there isn't any face painting to be had for them.

But whatever.

Ass.

My kid wanted a Spider and web, so here's the final project (once we got up there, two hours later and roughly ten years older):



How cute, right?

Yeah. He kept that on for exactly one hour and declared when we got home that it "wasn't cool" and wiped it off.

Apparently, the 'other attraction' yesterday was the Denver Nugget's head coach. His kid apparently goes to our school. He was trying to paint a face on the pumpkin with his daughter, and people kept bothering him. And not really the kids.

In fact, I wouldn't have known it was him except once a few years ago, he and his wife came to look at the house across from ours when it was for sale. And I happened to be out front when another person pointed out who he was. And again, yesterday, my husband looks up, sees him standing there, says, "Huh, that's the Nugget's coach. I thought he'd be taller. That's kind of disappointing" and went back to eating his chili.

Labels: weekend in review

Of course, first must show you the super cool shirt I bought:



Driving up to the concert at Red Rocks (and HDHusband cracking me up about something):



On Friday night, Lyle Lovett/KD Lang concert at Red Rocks:



Somewhere on Saturday morning, HDH, The Bug and myself headed up to the mountains for a Bat Mitzvah. I had pictures of the event, but because I was a dumbass later on Saturday and erased the entire memory card by accident, you don't get to see those.

Met up at ClizBiz's Casa on Saturday night. Here is a picture of her beautiful, shaved pussy, Simone (who loves Doritos, who knew):



And then to the Empty House Party (they are razing it soon to build a super cool condo).

Directions on the door:



From the Sexual Confession Room:



and ...



Aaaaaaand, Sunday sucked.

But all in all, a pretty decent weekend.

Labels: outdoor concert, recap with photos, weekend in review