Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Super Special Guest Post by Rae: Rocky Mountain High

Since the MuNuvians are broken somethin’ serious, Rae asked if she could post her Rocky Mountain Blogger Bash wrap-up here.

I said no. She offered bribes. She won.

Anyway, for those of you who didn’t attend, just see what you missed. Next time, we’ll expect you to fly in and buy me shots.

The Minturn Saloon in the Mile High City was bustling with bloggers Saturday night.  I arrived around 6:30 to find Zomby, Stephen Green, and Andy already sipping.  Jed had arrived only seconds before me.  The bacon cheeseburgers that Andy and Stephen ordered looked absolutely fabulous and as I was famished, I asked for one myself-- with BBQ sauce and fries.

Remembering that I had my digital handy, I had Z try to take a shot of Andy, Stephen and me.  Unfortunately, my camera’s batteries were completed faded. Stephen recalled that he had some in his car from a camping trip and offered to grab them from his car.  Three attempts from three different people found the batteries were out of juice, so Jed kindly offered to walk over to a 7-11 to purchase some for me.  I had earlier walked downtown Denver to a Rite Aid.  This girl has been in the small town too long.  I took an alternate route back to avoid what I saw earlier.  So, I was very thankful that Jed was so willing to walk the streets of downtown Denver just so I could have batteries.

Linda Seebach arrived.  Linda, your boss is wrong:  blogging couldn’t possibly detract from you work, and could only help the paper increase readership...right?

Richard showed-up wearing the most talked about clothing of the evening.  Go have a look.

More people began to poor in, and most of them I was unfamiliar with, but found them to be friendly and engaging.  Robin Roberts and I chatted along with Steve Wheeler, while Andy, Stephen, and Doug Sundseth (great name tag, Doug) played pool and kept inconveniencing people with their cues.  When I sought to justify my attendance at the Rocky Mountain Blogger Bash by saying that the mountains in Utah are a range of the Rockies, Doug kindly reminded me that the Andes are, too, so potentially someone from Peru could’ve attended under the same claim.  Yep!  Doug Sundseth, S. A.  (That’s Mr. Smart Ass to you!).

I spotted a couple across the pool table and went over to introduce myself to:  Walter and Mrs. Walter-in-Denver (more on WID later).  Sometime before going upstairs I met David.

Z, being the consummate host, wanted to be sure to greet all the guests personally and so busied himself doing so.  After attempting to understand a conversation about animae between Steve Wheeler, Robin Roberts, Jed, and Libercontrarian (a very nice an person, btw), I went upstairs to the patio on the roof to find even more people that had slipped in without my notice.  People like Dorkafork, who makes me laugh.  A lot.  And then I spotted Walter and Mrs. Walter-in-Denver sitting at a table.  I invited myself into a chair and we proceeded to have a wonderful chat.  I think.  I mean, I know I chatted. Wonderfully.  Well, at least I think it was reciprocal because I recall lots of banter and laughter between the Mrs. and me.  Walter was kind to have us talk across him most of the evening.

I spied a woman with long, blond hair and a very pretty face a few feet away and asked Sean (Andy’s friend from college, no, high school?  Anyway, Andy’s friend...who was sitting on the other side of me) who it was.  Or maybe I asked Walter.  The point is, I asked.  It was Stacy and her not-so-desperate-either dear husband!  A Munuvian neighbor right there.  I had been keeping an eye out for her.  I wanted to meet the woman who bravely called entitled herself with such a name.  We talked for a few minutes.  I found her kind, with a corsage of self-deprecation.  Thanks for finding me to say goodbye before you left, Stacy :D

Mr. Protein Wisdom, Jeff Goldstein, slipped onto the rooftop with gorgeous Mrs. PW and Satchel in tow (loved Mrs. PW’s Paul Frank tee).  Satchel sat a bit on his mommy’s lap and after a self-assuring survey, he got down and investigated, but never too far from folks. And, Jeff I still stand by Good Will Hunting.  I forgot the muffins; next time?

Somewhere in there, I think while I was entertaining talking with Walter and Mrs. Walter-in-Denver, Darren Copeland introduced himself.  He is a very athletic looking kind of guy, and very amiable, too.

I wandered downstairs to see if I had missed anyone.  Indeed I had: Matt and Ali of Matt and Ali fame.  Oh, and Ali’s friend.  Apparently associated with Stephen (a very cool story they shared), I later in the evening got the opportunity to know Ali and her friend (please forgive me “Ali’s Friend,” your name escapes me) and found them practically perfect in every way.

I asked if anyone had seen Matt Moore.  “On the roof.” I was given a description and then went to find him.  I was pleasantly surprised to meet Beth, Matt’s wife, and Michelle (spelling right?), Beth’s friend.  They were a riot!  I don’t know that I laughed more the entire night than when I was with them. And let me say, I have some serious respect for Michelle. I already don’t like Red Bull, but I will never look at a can of that in the same way.

Around midnight, I began to here the bells ring, reminding me of impending magic spell returning to normal, so I said my goodbyes. Andy, Sean, and Darren talked me into going to Dazzle (Darren’s suggestion). I was impressed by the youth of the group and their obvious talent (string bass, snare & top hat, and sax), but I was getting seriously tired, so after a glass of water, I bid the boys adieu, and stepped out onto the street.  Without even thinking, I hailed a cab.  As he slowed down, I felt so very, “Carrie.” I hopped in and sat back for a moment contemplating the evening.  It had been a wonderful trip.

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