Bologna

So, within the next 7 days, I'll know if this could be me. I don't know exactly what they are saying and I won't be speaking Chinese, but I may be behind bars. It seems silly to me that violent offenders are running around willy nilly while I, 5 foot nothing with only an editorial axe to grind, am persecuted for a dui over 5 years old. Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your justice system hard at work. I'm not high maintenance, but I don't look good in orange and I can't stand bologna.

Money Can't Buy You Love...from Aspen the police

This is John Legend.

At JAS Aspen Snowmass last month a client gave us VIP tickets to this show. I sat in the 3rd row in VIP and I was so close I could see the beads of sweat runnin' off his brown-suga forehead. Pissy part is, you can't take pictures. As John Legend is one of my faves, I had to surreptitiously sneak a couple photos while the many many many guards and sheriff and police personnel looked on with disapproving glares. I mean, say that I had actually paid for my ticket to be there...it would have been around $750 or so...doesn't that buy you the right to gawk a bit, dance, stand up in your seat (also not allowed) and maybe take one photo? Apparently not as this nazi-esque police-woman grabbed my camera and gave me a good scolding. She actually also yelled at this old couple who were feelin' the music enough to get up out of their stodgy VIP seating and dance a little in the aisle...apparently that's a fire hazard and not to be tolerated...even though the concert is outside in an open air venue. The whole time you are trying to enjoy the music, free booze and food, the guards are looking at you like you just stole something...I mean doesn't money at least buy you respect anymore? Meanwhile, in the "regular" seating, people were boozing and carousing appropriately with not a sideways glance from the many uniformed personnel. Not to be a twit but is that not a bit ass backwards? I mean, if I had paid for those tickets I would think it came with a bit more freedom to, I don't know, enjoy the show without feeling like I am in a prison camp? What CAN money buy you these days? Cause it sure doesn't pay for much here in Aspen...

Phony Mustache+Fake Cowboy Hat+Booze=FUN!

Who really knew that a 50 cent mustache could be the source of so much drunken fun? Aspen Club had a cowboy themed party complete with little hats and mustaches for authenticity - hey, they tried. Free booze and props makes for a fun time.

It struck me today how fortunate I really am to have this in my backyard.

It's a killer vertical hike up that last bit of trail to get here, but well worth it.

Ask me sometime and I might take you...

Daydreams

Sometimes I imagine this is me and that I have just vanquished an army of evil gray bears who are secretly my boss who doesn't pay me enough money, the evil nuns in North Carolina and the Seattle court system. After, I will go for a fizzy pink cocktail and tell tales of my heroism.

Keeping Up With Friends in Faraway Places

I have never been a good correspondent. In fact, for weeks and even months at a time I will completely disappear from all accepted modes of communication...you may be able to catch me with a smoke signal although no one has resorted to that. Secretly, sometimes I don't answer my cell phone even though I really want to talk to the person calling. Lazy? I don't know...I guess maybe sometimes I feel like my life is so mundane, what would I possibly have to talk about? All my friends, phenomenal people that they are, seriously, are doing phenomenal things...art, dance, professional studies, etc. All I have going for me is that I live in Aspen and can snowboard outside my front door, literally. How does a chronic under-achiever begin to be interesting when outshone by the bright lights that are cast by others? A question I don't ask often, as I have accepted my lot in life, but when I do, is seriously depressing.
So, with that, I am now deciding to blog again. Not because I have overcome my social anxieties in any way, or that I have something really great to say or share, but because I have accepted that fact that no one would even know I am alive if I didn't put myself out there at least a little bit...