DENVER FRIENDS!

anyone going to global dub festival tonight?! i don’t want to go alone!

ALL THESE BEAR MEMES…

omg. THANK YOU INTERNET. and mad props the CU student photographer that captured the most perfect picture ever. 

Editor’s Note: “Our marijuana critic, William Breathes, smoked more than 140 different samples of medical marijuana in 2011. We sent him down fuzzy-memory lane and asked him to pick out the top ten strains he smoked, and here are the results along with the original strain writeup from his Mile Highs and Lows dispensary review.” (via Westword)

the only remedy getting me through this nasty little thing they call the stomach flu. oh colorado, how I love you.

so this happened last week. i’m still not quite sure what happened (i was knocked out for a couple seconds), but i’ve been told a boarder clipped me from behind, i wiped out, and tumbled, hard, down the mountain. i left the medical center, on crutches, just as the flurries turned into a decent snow fall, and night skiing had just begun. (all my years on the slopes and i’ve yet to catch a run at night.. planet bullshit). i compensated for my loss by hobbling to the village, still on crutches (and drunk at the time of this picture), in the middle of a snow storm (with gusts of wind that seriously almost knocked me over several times) and balanced out my ratio of hot rum & ciders to pints of avalanche amber.. like a champ. 

on the bright side, i followed up with a new doctor yesterday.. no torn ligaments, and a full recovery in two to six weeks (yay!). i’ll be back in no time. 

It’s so weird to think,

this time last year, i was an absolute wreck. waking up to anxiety attacks, crying every other day, breaking innocent hearts in a vengeful wrath, and just so unbelievably discontent. my stress mainly stemmed from my workload at school (undergrad advertising is just as bad as real-world advertising, i don’t care what anyone says), but i also had that “stuck-in-a-rut” feeling, where no matter what happens, i’m still doing the same thing and getting no where. 

but i made it. i have a college degree, i’ve accomplished something significant, and what am i doing now? i’ve swept that degree under the rug, and i’m bartending for a living. slinging drinks to thirsty patrons whose “one more” is never enough. am i happy with that? fuck yes.

i used to have a t-shirt that had an illustration of a horse, rolling around on the ground, with type that read “Do what makes you happy.” i wish i still had that shirt. i’d rock it on a daily basis.

these days, everyone graduates from (or at least goes to) college. that’s not an accomplishment. packing up my life, starting everything all over again, in a new state, with new people, and a new outlook on life, is an accomplishment.

i’d also be totally content if i never get a “real job.” yeah, i’m qualified. but i don’t want to be miserable. i’ve yet to meet an ad professional who genuinely loves what they do. in that case, my mother probably wouldn’t be too happy (i know they planned on those tuition payments resulting in something), but i don’t care. 

i might open a dispensary (grandma would be so proud), run some sort of dive bar, do stand-up comedy, or just move to the mountains and be a ski instructor for the rest of my life (all-time dream job), etc. i’d be totally cool with any of those.

moral of the story: DO WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY, PEOPLE. WHATEVER IT TAKES. i mean, i had to move 2,000 miles away from my bundle of chocolate lab love (as well as the human parts of my family); but the sacrifice was well worth it. 

so…. what am i doing with my life? exactly what i want to. 

currently: chillin with sikko and a nicely rolled swisher full of durban poison on this lovely sunday; no work makes it even lovelier. the eagles game is muted on my tv and miike snow is playing on spotify. i’m praying for win in fantasy this week, especially after the unbelievably embarrassing gator game last night. my hair is quite possibly the longest it’s even been, but that’s okay with me. all the leaves are changing in colorado (absolutely gorgeous), and winter is right around the corner. i bought my season ski pass today with the money i made friday night (by far the most money i’ve ever made in one shift), and made arrangements for thanksgiving in keystone. the family is coming then, and i’m more than excited to see them. they are the only thing i don’t have out here, but i’m doing just fine on my own. i’ve made it three months in denver and i’m still in love with everything. best. decision. ever. 

Yes.

Keystone today. Loveland was just an added bonus.

One more reason why I won’t be getting my medical license anytime soon, and why I’ll be getting my concealed weapons permit even sooner. I’ve been asking around for months, and no one in Colorado has been able to tell me how the law worked in regards to gun possession and weed. I finally have an answer, and I think it’s total bullshit. 

Slightly Stoopid at Red Rocks Amphitheater. It was a hazy night with not a cloud in the sky.

DILEMMA~

all of the people i know in denver (total: 2) are not dubstep fans, nor would they have any interest in doing some molly and watching all of the lights. this presents a problem because there’s a show tonight at the bluebird theatre tonight, and i’m dying to go. i really wouldn’t mind it that much if i missed it, if it weren’t for my boy from florida hooking me up with tickets, introducing me to the bouncer, and getting me a molly connect. 

so now i’m left with no other choice but to solicit the world of tumblr in search of a willing soul to accompany me tonight to a world of basslines, laser lights and a bunch a doped-up music freaks. WHO’S DOWN?!