Well last night was a fiasco. Westword had a massive private party in downtown Denver. Drinks were free from 6-9. Wow. I went with the girl across the hall from me because I knew we'd have a good time. Let me just say this. As of 10:30 this morning, there was still a woman passed out on the couch in our little editorial staff break room. There were a lot of good stories being passed around the office this morning. One writer went all over the place, but still managed to find himself back at Westword like at 3am sitting at his desk eating some chicken he bought from a local grocery store. How random is that?! Of course, I too managed to be at Westword at an odd hour last night as well, but that's a part of a whole huge story.
So this other girl manages to drink way too much and needed to go home. Really, it was a blessing in disguise bcause I was at that point where I could either go home with a good buzz, or party the rest of the night. Since I had to interview someone this morning at 9:30, I was glad I had to leave. So this girl gives her purse to me to carry and I'm holding her up and she's falling all over the place. I manage to get her on the bus and spend the whole bus ride trying to keep her from puking. I was successful, though as soon as we hit the street she started puking. It was rough. But eventually I got her back to the apartment and went to grab her keys. That were in her purse. THAT I LEFT ON THE BUS!!!! ARRRGGGHHH!! So quickly I got her laid down in my bed and said I'd take care of it. I hopped on the next bus going north and talked to the bus driver. He contacted dispatch to contact the bus that i thought I was on. They didn't find the purse. By this time I had ridden back about 2 miles away from my apt. and was basically downtown again. When I got off the bus, I called my room and got the girl's home number and talked to her parents. Thankfully the only big things she had in her purse was her cell phone and ID. No credit cards or large amounts of money.
So there I was, downtown again at 11pm and this girl's mom wants me to contact the police. Well that's kinda tough when I'm walking down the street. Oh, and the next bus was coming in 40 minutes, and there weren't any cabs coming down the street. SO I started walking. I got down to the Westword office and saw that a writer was just leaving. So I had her let me in and I was able to contact the police and file a police report online. I also took the time to call Meredith, drink some water, play some internet checkers, and take a picture of myself. Then I decided I should probably leave and start walking again, since I was still about 1.5 miles from home. I got about 3 blocks down when I said "screw it" and called a cab to come pick me up.
When I got back a got this girl moved out of my bed (that was after, of course I had made some smartass comment to Meredith that she was passed out in my bed and I planned on still sleeping in it. I was joking, of course, but it was a stupid thing to say) and I put her in my roommate's bed -- he was on the futon with his girlfriend -- and then finally went to bed. Oh, and before that, I tried breaking into her apt through the windows, but couldn't get past the screen.
This morning came fast and I felt like crap, but before I left for work Meredith and Jess had arrived and that was awesome. I'm trying to get stuff done today so that I can leave early. YAY!

Did a little bit of house cleaning. Notice the link changes, and my coloring book made it onto the Wartburg website. WOOHOO! They kind of messed it up when converting the files to pdf, but oh well.

Today I'm doing something that I told myself I would never do: post a blog while at work. But here's the problem, they asked me to come in on Monday in case there is some last minute work to be done on our upcoming HUGE Best of Denver issue....but there wasn't. So I contacted some people that I was supposed to be talking with regarding a couple of follow-up stories. They didn't really have anything to say before, but I thought I should email them and see if anything has changed.
This past weekend I went skiing in the Mountains with my brother. My aunt and Uncle have a time-share condo in Vail, so we stayed there and then skiied at Vail on Saturday and Keystone on Sunday. It was awesome. Vail had the best snow and we were able to hit some good powder without having to go on the backside of the mountain. That day I really only fell once and that was because I forgot how to ski in the mountains and in that kind of snow -- yes, it is different than skiing in Minnesota.
Saturday at Keystone, on the other hand, was a different story. First of all, I tried to use my oldest brother's season pass. Well, I got caught and they made me go back to the car and get I.D. to prove that I didn't steal the pass and that he was my brother. And then they revoked the pass for the rest of the year and took down my information. Though they didn't press any charges, they did confiscate my Skis until I proved who I said I was. It was great. Not. And then I had to go buy a day pass that was 12 bucks more expensive than what I would've paid if I had gotten it in Denver. Oh well. It was worth a shot. But yeah, back to the skiing. The difference between Vail and Keystone is that Vail has a billion more runs and it isn't as crowded. So at Keystone I was forced to ski some places that were really hard for me, just so that we could have some variety. When I say really hard, I mean the run was moguls through trees. Yikes! I fell down numerous times on that run, but not really hard.....it was more like I was always off-balance. Half way down, though, we stopped and ate lunch along the side of the run. Amongst all of those trees, there wasn't any wind and the sun was so warm that I took off my coat, hat, and gloves, and ate lunch wearing only my t-shirt. It was great.
My biggest wipe-out of the weekend was on the second to the last run on Sat. We had decided to do the run one last time because it had some good spots to jump off of. So my brother did some tricks off of them and I just jumped, because I'm not that skilled. But there was one where I did try to do something and anticipated the jump a little too much and left the ground off-balance. Needless to say I was NOT going to land it and hit the ground hard. I didn't get hurt or anything....but it was just a little embaressing because I landed next to all of these teenage snowboarders....and the roll in the hill wasn't big at all. Oh well.
But it was a really good weekend and now my face is sunburned and my shoulders, knees, and calves are super sore. Good times.