Religulous in the VIP / Miller Time (Part 2)

So, part 2....


After the movie, Palmer and I went to the Fox & Hound for a drink. We happened to grab a table next to some co-workers. When I noticed who was next to us we joined the group and ordered some beers. Zip, Randy, and Roger were the original three. It was interesting seeing how they unwind and even more interesting asking them questions about Homestead. Randy almost left early, but there was plenty of arm-twisting from the whole group, and he stayed because Zip told him "Miller" was on is way. Miller was a former employee of Homestead, who recently moved to San Francisco. His first name is Eric, and the last was of course - Miller. I knew this guy was gonna be cool, because he has the obvious natural nickname "Miller-time." We talked about politics, and work, and travel, and other good stuff like that. We made tentative plans to go to Lower Downtown (LoDo) that evening, and those plans ended up being the only plan that came through. Yeah! Miller-Time! :)

Before heading downtown I wanted to iron a shirt and shave the Saturday stubble away. The shave went well...but the ironing...ummm, the jury is still out on that one. The crazy iron in my apartment gets amazingly hot, and I noticed when it was on the "cotton" setting (whatever happened to warm-hot-hotter-hottest?) it puffed what looked like smoke almost as soon as I touched my shirt with it. Here's the thing: it didn't burn my shirt (that I could tell). I had to get out the wrinkles, so I begrudgingly pressed the hot iron to my Calvin Klein shirt and hoped for the best. We'll see how it looks after I've taken it to the cleaners to get the job done professionally. Annnnyway, I managed to get out the door and to the train station by a little after nine. 45 minutes later and I was in LoDo. I headed straight to my new favorite pub: The Pour House. I had a couple drinks there, met some ladies who were throwing a surprise birthday party for their friend. Had a delicious SoCo and lime shot. I met a couple other nice ladies, but they were cool for all of 10 minutes, because they just got too smashed to carry on a conversation (I did not ask for their numbers). Just around that time, Miller showed up with his brother whom he had just picked up from the airport. He was a breath of fresh air after talking with some rather unsociable folks. We hung out there for a while, and I came to the aid of two lovely young ladies; a Georgia peach, and a Texan sweetheart. The poor Texan (Tracey), had a little too much too quickly, and was leaning over her chair on the patio... riding the vomit comet; and her friend the Peach (Meghan) was showing some strong moral support. I grabbed Tracey a tall glass of water and some napkins so she could blow her nose. She was adorably apologetic, and I was adorably understanding. After I got her a second round of water, I got to know them both a little better, and we loosely planned to hang out again sometime. At about this time the bar was clearing out and we had to clear the top level of the pub. I escorted the girls downstairs, holding both railings like a human baby-gate so Tracey wouldn't accidentally stumble down the stairs. We said our good-nights and parted ways; I with Miller, and the ladies into their cab.

It was a cold drive home, because Miller's rear passenger window gets stuck when you roll it down. I wish I knew that before I rolled it down. :P Thank God for Miller - another conversationalist who knows how to have fun. It was a great evening, despite not getting tickets to Beerfest.

And that was part 2, folks. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. :)

Ciao for now,

-Dizzy in Denver