I just mailed this to the ice-cream factory that’s along the bike path. We’ll see if they reply.
Jackson Ice Cream 400 Yuma St. Denver, CO 80204
Dear Jackson Ice Cream:
I have recently moved to south Denver, and my bicycle commute takes me up the South Platte River bike trail.
It is with great distress that I ride past your factory right before Sixth Avenue, only to be assaulted by the delicious smell of ice cream tastiness as the aroma wafts across the bike path. It is difficult for me to concentrate on work in the morning with the temptation of vanilla tickling my nostrils.
As troubling as this is, I believe my olfactory woes could be assuaged by, say, some coupons for free Jackson’s ice cream. Then, having tasted your delicious product, every future time I ride past and smell the ice-cream odor, I would no longer be tantalized by what could not be, but instead have only happy memories of Jackson’s Ice Cream dancing across my taste buds.
Supreme Court nominee Elana Kagan is being grilled on whether she allowed or disallowed military recruiting on campus when she was Dean of the Harvard Law School. Other schools have also had similar controversies over allowing military recruitment on their campuses.
Isn’t it insulting to members of the military to say, “We don’t think you’re capable enough to look in the phone book or online to see where the nearest recruiting station is and just go there yourself. We must be under your noses every single day to try to convince you to join the military”?
Particularly Harvard Law students. I’m pretty sure they’d be able to find their way on their own. If you want people to join the military, do it by making joining the military more attractive, not by force-feeding yourselves to students.
1. As soon as is practicable, buy yourself a tuxedo. It doesn’t have to be expensive—get it at a discount men’s store, like K & G. Tux, shirt, tie/cummerbund, and shoes might run you $250.
Having your own is great. You’re ready for weddings, proms, formal events, or just whenever you want to wear one. It saves you having to rent one every once in a while. And it definitely makes you feel sophisticated, like you’re part of the Rat Pack, where you just have your tux you can throw on at any time…
2. Similarly, learn to tie a bow tie. It’s an awesome guy skill. And wearing a tux with a clip-on bow tie? Ugh. If you’re going to be sophisticated, go all the way.
3. Stand up when a woman sits down at or gets up from the table. Do it all the time, until it becomes natural, and you’ll get a feel for when you should or shouldn’t do it. It’s respectful and chivalrous. It makes you look like a gentleman, and will set you apart from your boorish compatriots. Fuckyeahchivalry.
A couple months ago, I downloaded the computer game Portal, ‘cause it was being given away for free. I really enjoyed playing it over lunches for a week or so. Come time to write up Apogaea’s Who What Where When events guide, I threw in a Portal in-joke: “The Aperture Science Research Facility would like to remind you that should you survive Apogaea, there will be cake.”
Anyway, in posting the notice to the community that the WWWW was available, Guy responded with his own clever Portal in-joke: “The cake is a lie.”
After the wedding, Rocky and I drove down to Manitou Springs, about an hour south of Denver. We’d reserved a room at a Victorian B&B there, so we went, got into our room (really nice! What a splurge, but worth it!), and relaxed before getting dinner.
Next day, we had breakfast there (fruit and yogurt, with baked eggs on gravy with biscuits), and then Kathy and Gisele came down with their kids to meet us. We walked through the town, tasting water from the various mineral springs, and stopping in various shops. The coolest thing in Manitou, from my perspective, is the arcade.
There’s a set of arcades in the center of town that have all sorts of cool old games in them. Some are standard, like Skeeball, but there’s the most incredible collection of old arcade games, too…ranging from pinball machines (that must be among the earliest pinball machines made!) to shooting games to driving games… The driving games were fascinating, since they were all mechanical; the guts of the machine must’ve been really intricate (to control a moving road, obstacles, score points, etc..). Anyway, I could have played the various games there all day…
Also at the reception, Rocky’s brother Miguel and a dance partner, Valerie, did a dance to the folk song “La Bamba” in which they tied a ribbon on the floor into a knot using their feet as they danced. It was really cool.
After the ceremony, we did a quick set of photos with wedding party and family. It all happened so fast, we’re not sure what photos and combinations of people we actually have photos for, but we’ll see when we get the photos back.
Then we went into the reception. The venue was the Montclair Civic Building, aka The Molkery, an 1888 historic building in east Denver. It was the perfect size for our wedding—a nice, air-conditioned room with a lot of light, and a huge veranda wrapped around two sides of the building. We had the food inside, and the bar with my friend Sharon (Giggles) as bartender, out on the veranda. The food was really good, with brunch-type things (Scotch eggs, cured salmon, salads) provided by my folks and enchiladas, beans, and rice provided by Rocky’s folks. Rocky and I barely got to sit down with each other and eat—we were both moving around, talking with people, thanking them, and such. We also got to dance a couple romantic dances together, and I danced with Mom and with Rocky’s mom, and we did a swing dance or two as well that was really fun. Not many other people were inclined to dance…perhaps its being an early wedding meant people hadn’t drunk enough to really want to dance! Or it was because the space was really small…
Peggy’s husband Nel had experience as a caterer, so he was great in setting up the cake table, explaining the cutting process, and everything. We cut the cake, and ate pieces of it, then Nel took the cake away and cut it up for serving. We had a beautiful three-layer cake: the top layer was strawberry; the middle was raspberry lemon, and the lowest layer was chocolate pistachio.
The ceremony was beautiful, and Monica ran it really well, directing people to come up, pointing out where we needed to be, explaining each step, and so on. I have no idea how long the ceremony took…maybe 45 minutes? I was kinda preoccupied. Let’s see…
Sunday morning, I got up early and took a shower and made French toast for the kids and eggs Florentine for the adults, though I think I was the only one who got a chance to eat any of the latter. I also started heating up some of the enchiladas Rocky’s folks had made and given to us yesterday. Gisele decorated my car with paper flowers, and it looked so nice! I’d loaded most everything into the car the night before, so there was little packing to do, though I did have a list of “DO NOT FORGET” items. It was tough remembering everything to bring—decorations, sound system, ladder, food, gifts, etc.. I’m amazed that we didn’t forget anything or need to send someone back to pick up something that we forgot!
Got going a bit later than we’d liked, but it was fine. Got to the venue and Rocky went upstairs to get dressed and ready while I unloaded the car and directed. My parents were already there and getting food prepped. The chairs guy was there and we unloaded them and set them up in a semicircle where we’d decided to have the ceremony. Nate jumped in and started unfolding tables. It was great that Scott and my brother and Sarah and Nel and others just jumped in to help set up, and we got that all done in just a few minutes. Monica and Xo and Ki set up the altar and were pulling flower petals off the remaining carnations. Giggles had the bar all set up and was ready to make mimosas, but we also had water, juices, and sodas. Milkman got Travis’ sound system all hooked up and plugged in.
Inside, just about every guest volunteered to help decorate, so they were tying the pom-poms onto hanging strings, onto the railings, and laying out the tables. Everything was so under control that I didn’t have much else to do, so I changed out of my shorts and into the tux.
Yeah, one of the things that we liked best about the whole shebang was how involved everyone was. It was fantastic, how people threw in and helped. The first thing Bobo and Michele said as they entered was “how can we help?” I don’t know about it from a guest’s perspective (maybe they thought we were just crazy disorganized?), but I like to think of it as a volunteer-based ceremony.