Still Kickin'

You know, you're getting too damn old to be going out all the time when you would really, really, rather be at home as opposed to eating Mexican and drinking margaritas in mid-town. We say that stuff all the time, "yeah I'd rather be watching the game," but when it comes down to it what do we do? We go eat Mexican. The difference now is that yesterday it was preceded by a three hour nap, a day of work (well, sort of, it was a flight back), and lots of complaining that I was groggy from the nap.

At any rate, I ended up having a good time, despite the fact I spent $50 on rather mundane Mexican food. We ate at a place called Cafe Ole. The food there is decent, as are the margaritas. What makes this place is the great atmosphere. By the way, the service is pretty poor, so if you go - and yes, it's worth it - don't plan on making it a quick trip.

The same thing happened last weekend. I went out, having complained first of course. This time it was so bad we ended up spending the night on our friend's couch. We're definitely too old to be doing that kind of stuff. The really sad thing about it all is that we were just too tired to make the drive home, and since we are old we've matured to the point of absolutely not risking the drive even after a couple of drinks. Needless to say though, I'd had a few more than a couple. Despite Sunday being an all-day Netflix/HBO movie marathon - one of those in which we built a fire, huddled under blankets and snoozed with the beagle - I had an absolutely great time. I was surprised. I don't normally enjoy those nights any more, but you know what, I'm still kickin' so every once in a while ol' Dave will party.

Ok Ok, I'm old, I live in Suburbia...new subject. I'm getting pretty excited about an upcoming work trip I've got out to Denver. Since I haven't been posting as regularly lately (Ok, the last year or so), you couldn't have known A and I are planning on moving out there sometime this summer once she wraps up her master's program. She plans on getting her Phd out there...which means I'll have a sugar mama! Yesssss, dreams do come true. Not to mention the first time I was in Denver I had this overwhelming sense that was where I was meant to be. It was weird, but hey, everybody has a place. At any rate, I'm excited not about the work trip, but because our friends out there have graciously invited us to stay with them to ski over the weekends. I'm going out the weekend before to catch a day at Mary Jane or Winter Park, and working the following week until A comes out the weekend after for a probable trip to Steamboat. We plan on skiing two more days, I'll take Monday off, and we'll head back home. I'll be sure to post pictures for all of my one random reader a month to look at.

So that's about it. A painted our master bathroom as we are trying to fix up the house to move. One step at a time. I still have to finish the dadgone guest bathroom. I brewed a batch of stout last weekend and plan on drinking it up soon! Dave is still kickin'.

'Til next time....