...be like today" Craig says to me as we leave Thanksgiving Dinner today. Yes, Thanksgiving Dinner - in October. You say that we are a month and a half early. I say that we should have Thanksgiving Dinner all the time.
We were late to Thanksgiving though, but only because we had to go to a pig roast first. You say that eating a full meal at a pig roast then eating a full meal at a Thanksgiving Dinner sounds like gluttony. I say that you are right.
Lets step back a few days:
Friday: I packed up the car and headed up to the Frisco Condo Castle with Brandy - my urology colleague, my friend, and now my condo roomie. It was the first weekend that we had keys to the place so we headed up to hang out with some of our new friends.
Saturday: I was going to go fly fishing, and Brandy was going to meet a friend in Vail for
lunch...but after meeting our new condo friends in true summit county fashion - we didnt really get around to doing much except for taking a hot tub and a nap. But we had to head back to the city because the ATX Frat House was throwing a Pray for Snow Party/Mikes Feliz Cumpleanos (that is Spanish). Its a very solemn event where we sit in a circle in silence, acheive a zen state, and visualize snow falling quietly. Its a lot like that except that we added a bunch of adult drinks, loud music,
80s ski attire, a
shotski and a
beerski, cornhole, and a progressive march from the house to a bar that we closed down. Which actually extended quite a bit into...
Sunday: We all slept until late (except JD who, somehow, opened the
Hooked on Colfax coffeeshop on time). I received a delivery breakfast burrito from Bobby, then made coleslaw for Thanksgiving Dinner. Pig roast. Thanksgiving Dinner. Nap on the loveseat.
Every day should be like today.
Oh yes, and our prayers were answered. Snow above 11,000 feet last night. And so it begins...
Ellen gives Mike a special birthday gift:
...a crock. I can definitely bore you with my scientific opinion (that is the kind of opinion that doesn't include regurgitating Al Gore repeatedly), but I won't. I'll just tell you a real, legitimate, bona-fide observation:
...the new Sweater Party. Seriously, buying a wig is more of an investment nowadays than a purchase. Personally, I have a diversified portfolio of stocks, international stocks, bonds, and a couple of wigs.
...get cold. The air is crisp. The leaves are changing. And you know what that means:
GOOD NEWS! The Wynkoop received 2 Gold Medals this year, with beer brewed while Craig was the head brewer. Thus, Craig may be the youngest person in GABF history to double-gold. Maybe if someone can check those facts I would greatly appreciate it. Read all about it here. 
...be like today" Craig says to me as we leave Thanksgiving Dinner today. Yes, Thanksgiving Dinner - in October. You say that we are a month and a half early. I say that we should have Thanksgiving Dinner all the time.
lunch...but after meeting our new condo friends in true summit county fashion - we didnt really get around to doing much except for taking a hot tub and a nap. But we had to head back to the city because the ATX Frat House was throwing a Pray for Snow Party/Mikes Feliz Cumpleanos (that is Spanish). Its a very solemn event where we sit in a circle in silence, acheive a zen state, and visualize snow falling quietly. Its a lot like that except that we added a bunch of adult drinks, loud music, 80s ski attire, a shotski and a beerski, cornhole, and a progressive march from the house to a bar that we closed down. Which actually extended quite a bit into...
