So.  It’s been a busy week, what with the traveling to Denver for The Best Friend™’s birthday and the ensuing massive amounts of drinking.  Finding places that still offer $4 pitchers of beer and $4 premium drinks almost makes a guy want to move to Colorado.  Things definitely started off on a high note when I got in to Denver at 12:30am, only to be told by the rental car company that they didn’t have any cars left — only minivans.  The woman behind the counter must’ve seen the look of horror on my face, since she did some checking and found me an Infiniti FX35 to drive.  Suh-weet, especially considering I’ve been wanting to roadtest one of those things since I saw it at the L.A. Auto Show a few years ago.  That’s a hell of a step up from a Ford Focus, and I didn’t even have to pay extra for it!  It came in especially handy when I drove us up to Fort Collins to see The Best Friend™’s boyfriend play in his band, The Haggardies, who kick ass and if you’re in the Denver area and have a chance to see them, I recommend it.  They’re way entertaining and the music is good.  And on the way back, the boyfriend passed out in the backseat while The Best Friend and I sat up front, talked and sang along at the top of our lungs to some music blasting through the system.  I’ll remember that part of the night for a long time, it was one of those experiences you treasure just because it was spontaneously great.

But I digress.  There was the actual birthday night, which entailed aforementioned $4 pitchers of beer at a really dive-y bar and then a trip to a karaoke bar that had an amazing selection, so I got to sing a bunch of songs I’ve always wanted to perform.  And on Saturday night was the huge houseparty, and TBF is world-famous for her houseparties.  This party’s theme was “Crazy Hair,” so I let my hair grow out way beyond where I’d normally get it cut so I’d have the Jewfro, and I didn’t wash it the morning of the party so I was rocking bedhead like you wouldn’t believe.  Photographic evidence, as usual, is available here.

I like being there, but I like coming home.  The actual process of traveling is not my favorite thing to do (especially when your flight is cancelled and you have to downgrade from nonstop to one-stop and take a freakin’ puddle-jumper), and after a while, I start to get antsy about being away from life in general and not having my… you know, my stuff.  It just gets to the point where if you’re away for long enough, you start to feel unplugged from yourself.  While being away and getting out of your routine is nice, there’s something to be said for the comforts and regularity that is home.