October 29, 2008
Okay, it's been 3 years. Bite me.
- never got around to bottling your beer. That will be my next post, which post will pop up before election day. So far as you know, anyway.
In the interim, I leave you with a picture that proves there is a God:
I really need to make shirt out of that image.
October 13, 2008
Lots of pictures and commentary to post in the near future. To whet your appetite, or kill it as the case may be, I'll leave you with this shot of me. While I truly have a face for radio, I will offer the defense that I was sleep deprived and alcohol, well, whatever the opposite of deprived is. Picture below the fold, for those of you with strong stomachs.
October 06, 2008
Oh wait, I wasn't able to use frequent flyer miles. We paid cash this time, which means that we'll get to ride inside, which is nice.
I still don't know what geographic area of the Convention Center I will be assigned to, but you might be able to find me wandering around downtown Denver Thursday, Friday and Saturday. At least one of those days, probably Thursday, I'll be at Rock Bottom Brewery along the 16th Street Marketplace. I'll be easy to find, as I'll be wearing my Ace t-shirt or my Nuke the Moon t-shirt from IMAO. Probably the former, though, because I want to wear the nuke shirt around Boulder just to see how people respond.
Oh, and late Thursday night, we'll finish off the day with a Thai Pie washed down with some Fat Tire at Old Chicago's. We'll be easy to find, as we'll be the guys who haven't slept in 24 hours while drinking massive quantities of beer.
Come to think of it, we won't be that easy to find. The GABF brings lots of like minded individuals to Denver.
Update: Well, I know where we'll be now. From an email received about 30 seconds ago:
We have 1 ½ islands this year. The full island is a combination of Colorado, Utah, Wyoming, and Montana.
Oh and we also have the Bull & Bush band in our area again.
The Bull & Bush group is a lot of fun. I'll make nice again with them to try and score some swag. Oh, and come Saturday evening, I'll have enough temporary beer tatoos on my face and arms that it'll look like I stepped out of a Ray Bradbury novel.
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