Rocktober, Hollerween, and a few other things shakin like this

So. We meet again.

As my life is currently a muddle of sleep, work, trying to find more work, and socializing, I have little time for the blog these days. I'll try to make more of an effort. Maybe. If I feel like it.

I forget how good life in Colorado is. It rained yesterday and I actually liked it. I needed a break from all the glorious sunshine, the flip-flops, the sun-kissed skin. And Denver rain in October means one very important thing...snow in the mountains.

Oh yeah baby. Looking westward today, this was the sight I saw. Mountains dusted with the first legit snow of the season. My heart skips a beat in anticipation of the best ski season of my life. How do I know its going to be the best? Well, my friends, I am scoring an Epic pass for the season...Breckenridge, Keystone, A-Basin, Vail, and Beaver Creek. And even Heavenly in Lake Tahoe if I get the urge to take this train to Cali for a wkend. I can taste the powder. I can smell the pine. Epic things await. Literally.

And this is also the year of El Nino.

Which means there is going to be snow in Colorado. And lots and lots of it. I just got goosebumps. This is going to be amazing. Thanks, Chris. You make my day with that oldie but goodie.

Another thing amazing is happening in the Big C-O. Rocktober. The Rockies are once again in the running for some championships if they can keep their shit together. I love living in a city where sports teams win, because that usually means that we all have an excuse to go out and celebrate something. And if there is anything in life that I love, it's celebrating pretty much anything.

Boston, on the other hand, well, they're used to winning stuff. Much less fun, I think. Obviously loved going to Fenway. And making fun of James Shields. But Denver is kind of a comeback kid. I like rooting for the underdog.

And in the midst of everything, my favorite holiday is right around the corner. Hollerween. And I'm debating costumage. Last year, it was a little less than stellar, as I recycled an old costume and made it into something new. Also, we had to walk from Southie back to Boston, which took a good three hours. Let me tell you, after mile three of wearing elf shoes, your Halloween buzz seriously wears off.

I'm thinking of doing my own version of Big Bird. Or possibly Oscar the Grouch. I had the idea of wearing Ed Hardy and going as Jon Gosselin. But WTF Ed Hardy/Christian Atelier-whatever your name is guy, your clothes are really f-ing expensive. And also really hideous. And I dont really feel like blowing a bunch of cash to simply douche it up for one night. If I'm going to do that, I'll just go as myself, thank you very much. God knows how I love to blow cash.

Eww. Sooooooooooo grooooosssssssss. But if I could score that shirt for like $20, I would SO do it. I think I might really have to do the Big Bird thing. It could be totally hilarious. And I might have to talk some friends into being my slutty Sesame friends.

So we'll just keep playing catch up. Sound good? Sounds good.