My brother from another mother came down to visit me in Breckenridge. After a sushi dinner I wanted him to see the town at night. My fiance goes to bed about 9:30 and gave us his blessing to go out and party. We went to one bar and had a half pint of local brew then ended up at the Motherlode Tavern for a full band Karaoke night.
We ended up standing on a ramp to the backroom listening to the band. We had an eagle eye view of the room where we were able to watch all the people on vacation doing shots of fireball whiskey. It was hilarious as we watched them getting ready to stand on the tables and dance.
We surveyed the room together. I suggested he ask this one woman to dance who looked fun and was grooving to the music. She had tight jeans on and a black and white spider top that had silver glitter across the chest.
Even though my brother from another mother is very shy he still asked her to dance. Much to my chagrin she said no. Wow, how hard is it to be a guy these days? I felt sad for him and somewhat responsible as I suggested he dance with her. As she walked by I asked her why she did not dance with my brother. She barked a drunken answer at me but then stood by him and rubbed up against him not talking.
I struck up a conversation with a guy named Paul who was very shy. He surprised everyone when he got up and sang a kick ass version of Sympathy for the Devil by the Rolling Stones. I must say, he had the place rocking. It turns out he used to be a professional singer He said he lived in Massachusetts and was a retiring tool and die maker. He is now training to be a ski instructor and wants to retire here. I said DO IT. “I live here and don’t ski, you love skiing and live for it, you should live here instead of me.”
What is wrong with me? I live here and don’t ski?
Today I tried to cross-country ski and loved it. I did fall down twice but laughed and enjoyed myself. I also love that my thighs burn in such a good way.
I tend to be a winter hermit. Perhaps I need to reform my ways, now that the weather is hitting 40 degrees during the day. Maybe I could try venturing out.