One Step Behind The Drum Style

I've been sort of wrapped up in some personal stuff.

Sometimes that personal stuff ends up obscuring how awesome the city around me is...

The other day I took my bike in for a major overhaul. It's time Midge (my bike) helped me to explore DenvCo a little better.
I took her to The Bicycle Doctor and they were awesome!
Midge is all set to go...so, any bike adventurers want go for a spin...I'm ready!

This weekend, in an effort to get a breath of fresh air, I headed back to Wyoming.
Um, it started out on a bad note - Wheatland, Wyoming's Johnny Law caught me doing 85 in a 75. He pulled me over and issued me a $105.00 ticket - but he cut it by $10.00 because I was wearing my seat belt. Real peach of a pear, that guy...

Then, after spending $100.00 repairing my windshield recently, some road hog spit gravel at me. New nick in my shiny windshield!
CURSES!

Still, Mama welcomed me with open arms...and handed me a paint brush!
She decided the only way to get over a speeding ticket is manual labor.

We painted the "Camo" room. The people who owned my mom's house before she bought it let their heathen children paint their rooms however they'd like.

Mom cooked for me, we watched 'Rachel Getting Married' (which was fantastic), and gabbed the weekend away.

It snowed while I was there.
You can NEVER trust Wyoming weather.

Mom's finally getting all her stuff situated and displayed.
This nook of family pictures makes me so happy!

Yours truly!
How adorable was I?

Now look at me. Total degenerate.
By the way, that bathroom is painted orange with purple accents.

The old family piano!
It's lovely to see it again!


We didn't crack this sucker open, but I'm sure...next time.
However, the Baileys was in full effect.
It's a weekend staple at Mom's house!

So, I'm headed to NYC tonight to see Throbbing Gristle...so, I hope to have all kinds of great pics and adventures to report back to you about.

I miss you guys.
What have you been doing?

If You Must Have A Go Then Fine OK, If You Must Have A Go Then Go Away

When you spot a French restaurant with a sharp, clean presentation and a decently priced menu...You have to partake!
Brasserie Felix on the North Side is the place to go!

Spencer is a cuisine adventurer!

Hey! I got my hair did!
Default ponytail/braids are gone...and in it's place...a hairdo I have to "do".
Whatev! It's spring!

Mmm, potato leek soup with truffle oil drizzled on top!
If I could bathe in truffle oil...I'd do it.
It's oil sent from heaven above.

Their steak frites is outrageously good!
The steak was perfectly cooked - and I picked the bernaise sauce for the top!
Westword gave them Best of Denver - Best Steak Frites this year...
That should be all the convincing you need!


After we put away a WHOLE bottle Malbec...
We did a little creme brule.
Oh, and we had champagne too! Seemed a little extravagant, but WHY NOT?!

Head over to Brasserie Felix and have something from their amazing menu of simple, but delightful French fare.
Also...our waiter Laurent was handsome, had an amazing accent coupled with a gravelly delivery, and a great knowledge of wines and champagne.
GO!

After dinner, we toddled over to the Oriental Theater.
We had tickets to see the Black Kids.

It's been so nice here - so, the walk was real enjoyable.
And necessary too! I was stuffed.

I didn't really get any good pics from the show, but I did take a little video.
The Black Kids, for me, take all the best parts of all of my favorite things about pop music and put them together.
Even better, they have these two amazing girls in the band that sing back up and just kill it!
Harmony, sass, and a clear love for what they were doing made the show even better!



We wanted to stay longer and listen to Mates of State.
But I couldn't take it anymore...I was full of red wine, and as per my uzjhe, I was using my sassy mouth louder than I should have been!

I hate my neighbor, by the way...
I find myself wishing that really bad things would happen to him.
Like, he loses control of his recumbent bike and falls into a hole filled with poisonous snakes.
That's just one wish...

Are You The One?

Spencer and I hit up The Presets at the Bluebird Theater.
After seeing them at The Larimer Lounge last summer...I was a convert.

However, it seems they have a lot of new converts - many of them under the age of 21.
Now, I'm not an old lady shaking her fist at the youth of today and grumbling about how much harder I had it in the '90s...
But yikes, young people are assholes.

I felt like I was in a video.
A bad video for Andy Samberg cologne or something.

The bad vibes may have also come from one of the following things:
-Poor shoe choice on my part - yeah, I wore a sweet pair of heels. I won't do that shit again.
-Lingering allergy troubles.
-Not being drunk enough to hang out with aforementioned assholes.

Like I told Spencer...had I not seen The Presets before and had such an amazing time...and this was the first show of their's that I had seen - I wouldn't be into them.
But because I love them so - I let this experience slide.

Go buy their albums though!
Your butt will get into it - even if you don't want it to!

Young Blood! If Given A Chance, Spit Fire!

Look at who I was lucky enough to spend an evening with...
The lovely model-esque Shannon - and straight up rock bitch and tight bro-lady forev, Steph!

We decided ages ago to see the The Bronx when they came to Denver.
My arm didn't exactly have to be twisted after my "The Bronx in Camden rock 'n roll punch to the sternum"!

So, Steph and I have been playing this rock show game for a long time. It's something my old high school friend Suzie Moench invented.
Basically, you touch people unbeknownst to them at shows and then revel in how clandestine and lithe you are.
Steph and I added a new twist to this game with the BMI pinch.
Imagine Steph's hand mimicking a fat caliper.

So, local band Git Some...got some...
Then Trash Talk played. I guess they were touring with The Bronx or something, but we didn't love them.
Their lead singer looked like he smelled bad.

Then came those fine fellows from LA, CA.

They were amped up.

Their van took a crap on them in Portland...
They missed their Boulder show and hauled ass to get to Denver to play this Larimer Lounge show.

Pretty profesh, if you ask me!

And because they were all riled up from 40 some hours in a van...

And because they were pissed, aggro, and totally fucking ready to shred...

They told everyone in the joint to fucking go balls out.

And the crowd wasn't that hard to convince!









It was nuts and amazing!
Pushing, shoving, sweating...crowd surfing, fist shaking, head banging!

We did end up standing next to a bunch of nancies that were wearing impractical shoes...more worried about their hairdos than the 30 dude strong circle pit that was frothing to drag their asses down.
Boring...if you ask me.

Serious. Go see The Bronx. If you can. If they're in your town. You should do it. Buy their merch and rock out!

We took a break outside...and sadly missed 'History's Stranglers'...one of my faves...
I had three layers on though - one of them being wool!

Cutest Merch Dude...EVER.
Just sayin'.
I'm fairly certain that I aggressively poked in him both shoulders and told him he sold me the hoody I got while in Camden.
Sorry, handsome guy!

Lamer Lounge.

We just can't let it go!

The only thing that was missing from this rad lady night equation...my sweet ass partner in crime, Brandy Lou!
Brand! When you hit 2-1...you're going with!
Bulmers or no Bulmers!