This is how we do it...

So, my Turkey day vacation was pretty cool! I had Thursday through Sunday off and I spent the majority of my time at my cabin. But first, lets talk about Wed. night. I left the Ft. at around 1am and headed to Boulder to meet Ben at KGNU, which is the community radio station that Ben volunteers at. We went in and picked out a bunch of music to play during the 3am-5:30am shift. I had a a lot of fun, despite my nervousness at the beginning (Ben assured me that maybe 3 people were listening). Well, two of the three listeners called the station and one was a little psycho and told me about the Ft. Collins radio station playing a German song which talked about the Jews ( I tuned him out since he was making little sense, but I did get this much...he's nuts!). We had one mission that night and that was to play Young MC's "Bust a Move" for Mckayla and we were told to wait 30 min into the show. Well, we waited 45 and she still missed it, so in an attempt to be funny and also give her some sense of actually hearing it, I added this to a conversation Ben and I were having: "Ben, I couldn't help but notice that during that song, you were standing on the wall, like you was poindexter!" I had to muster up every bit of control I had to not laugh...and it's really not that funny. Needless to say, Ben and I had a great time and I'd love to do it again!
Thursday brought me to the cabin. My mom can cook! I'm never dissapointed and always left wanting to shove more food into my belly than is humanly possible...unless you're that Asian guy who eats 50 hotdogs in 30 min. So, after eating, we lounged around. At one point, my dad and I were sitting in our living room area, (in an attempt to convey my dads personality in a few short sentences, I'm going to give details that will seem excessive at first). I had just filled my glass of wine and his was almost gone (my dad, at this point, will divert your attention and take your wine) and we were waiting for a couple people to come over for dessert (he'll also use this knowledge to make diverting your attention easier). I'm wasn't paying attention to him, but all of a sudden he says, "Matthew, look outside! See who's here!" Almost 26 years of knowing him has led me to not believe him when things like this randomly come out of his mouth, so I said, "yeah...right!" He didn't hesitate and said, "No, seriously! Look behind you!" So, I grabbed my glass of wine off the table, expecting the usual outcome of a situation like this, and looked behind me. My 26 years of training didn't prepare me for what was lurking mere feet away.


That's right folks! A frickin moose was checkin me out through the window! I have a bunch of great pictures and there were actually two moo...mee...moose outside the cabin. It was pretty cool, watching a moose in its natural environment, eating birdseed. Everyone knew that's what moose eat, right? Well, if you didn't know, now you do! They also have been known to take picnic baskets, giving bears much more of a bad rap than they are actually responsible for.


Friday was pretty boring up until my dad and I went to the local bar and played some Golden Tee. Shortly after that, Ben came up and the...fun began? I kid, we had a great time, it's just not very fast paced. There was a lot of beer, guitar playing, cribbage, beer and TV. Did I mention the beer?
The rents left Saturday and Ben and I went to Winter Park to fix his glasses that he broke in his sleep the night before...he has the cuts above his eye to prove it ;) Bowling follwed the trip to WP, which was fun and not cheap. I suppose I should say Ben kicked my ass in bowling...but it was me who waxed his ass...in Golden Tee. Did you like the dramatic, misleading pause? After the bars Sat. night, we came back to the cabin and had a jam session. Ben removed some of the table ornaments from a "table" (it's actually a big drum) and we jammed. The one drum wasn't enough for Ben, so he went into the kitchen, grabbed a plastic bowl, a pot and two spoons. He wasn't playing them to their full potential, so I said to him, I says:" Ben, you'd be doing yourself and everyone in here a disservice, if you didn't play the HELL out of those 'drums!'" He shaped up and we played ourselves some "music." Twas good times! And now I'm home, waiting for next weekend and what animal might appear behind me...hopefully it's not a manimal named Ben. OK! I have lost it! Stay tuned for my next post, which will double as an invitation to all women! No details as of now! Peace out, Napolean!