Sorry my two readers. I have been working my butt off, trying to flirt with the 8-1 ratio of women at work (how can so many women already be married or have a boyfriend?) and shaping up my life. I do work on the side for my friend Amber and her company. I don't do much really, but again I try and flirt with as many women as possible (again, how can every women have a boyfriend or husband? This is a prime location, correct?). I'll just keep on, keepin' on. She invited me to the Taste of Colorado, which was more like Terrence and Amber Getting Drunk at the Taste of Colorado. We consumed about fifty-six beers in three days. I took an empty suitcase to Argonaut on Sat. and dragged thirty-six beers to our booth, bribed a vendor for $3 of ice, and cooled off with lukecold Pabst in travel coffee mugs. We got to view Night Ranger (the drummer is the one that sings "Sister Christian". I was sitting there thinking shenanigans, until my hazy eyes fixed on the drummer mouthing the words I heard) and Survivor while sucking down the blue ribbon delight of Pabst and lighting lighters. It was awesome.


In sadder news, one of my friends passed away. Peter Tai Baumann crashed his semi-truck on I-70 and died in the accident. I remember seeing the crash on the news and not thinking I knew the driver. Pete was a founder of my team, DFA, and we will be wearing armbands and having a moment to remember him during our first game on Sunday the 16th.


During Rapids games, Dicks Sporting Goods Stadium plays Sandstorm for the warm up. I am going to have a drink for my friend Pete during this song on Sunday. I'll blame the awful tasting beer on any fluid that may come out of my face.

RIP Pete