Weekend in Denver - Part 3
Have I mentioned what a great time I had in Denver?
After my last post, we went out to a bar that made mojitos with real pieces of sugar cane. Sugar cane is great in a drink, but not so great to actually eat, as I discovered the hard way and had to pick the fibers out of my teeth in the bathroom. I expect to be Metamucil regular for at least a week. Nick's friend Julia was very cool and funny - personally, the girl got immediate props in my book for wearing these really cute high heels even after apparently pulling her calf muscles in an aerobics class that day. Now there's a fellow woman who loves shoes.
Afterwards, Max humored me and listened to me expound on the merits and shortcomings of the Harry Potter movies versus the Harry Potter books. For over an hour. Even though it was like 2:00 a.m. in the morning and he had to go to work early this morning.
And to end my perfect weekend, we went to the Cracker Barrel for lunch today!!! I LOVE CRACKER BARREL!!! It's one of my favorite restaurants, and as there are none in all of California, I try to eat there whenever I do come across one. One time I had a terrible craving for it and Max and I looked up and discovered the nearest CB was in the Phoenix area. We considered getting in the car and driving the six hours right away, but decided not to. Several months later, he planned a surprise weekend trip for us to Phoenix, where we ate there two days in a row. So yeah, I'm not joking when I say I LOVE CRACKER BARREL!!! I going to make a t-shirt that says that.
The flight back was uneventful, except for the three hour layover in Vegas, where I lost an unmentionable amount of money playing video poker. I know, it's terrible. But the thing is, it's really really hard to kill three hours at an airport.
Something did happen to me there that I thought was pretty bizarre. I was walking past a guy pushing his friend in one of those airport wheelchairs when they suddenly stopped me and asked if I would take a picture WITH them. I agreed, thinking that they had asked if I would take a picture OF them, but no, they wanted me to be in a picture WITH the guy in the wheelchair. The other guy would be the one to take the picture.
Now, this was definitely a very strange request. For starters, the guy in the wheelchair did not look like he needed a wheelchair. I'm not saying you need to have stumps to justify using a wheelchair, but this guy didn't even have a cast on. And he looked suspiciously high. Oh and they were both college aged. I asked why they wanted me to pose with the wheelchair guy, and the non-wheelchair guy said oh they had a few pictures left on the disposable camera and that they wanted to finish the roll. Hmm. That didn't make sense to me at all. I vaguely started to wonder if this could lead to some weird sex thing where all of the sudden my head gets photo-shopped on to some naked body on the Internet, holding carry-on luggage in one hand and a bottle of Diet Coke in another (airport porn??? is there a market???), but that seemed ridiculously unlikely, and frankly I was looking pretty gross and couldn't imagine why they'd chose me for that. They could tell I was hesistant, but then the wheelchair guy won me over when he said, "because we're in Vegas." And all of the sudden, I flash backed to the numerous times Julia (LA Julia, not, obviously the Denver Julia mentioned above) and I have been in Vegas and have taken ridiculous pictures of each other - spanking stuffed gorillas in front of toy shops...making lewd gestures behind Vegas showgirls...pretending to be beat up by life-size Star Trek statues and so on. And I caved.
In hindsight I started thinking that maybe they were on a scavenger hunt. Maybe first they had to steal an airport wheelchair. Then they had to find a tired looking Asian girl with limp hair and dirty flipflops to take a picture with.
And then I decided, next time I go to Vegas, I'm definitely planning a scavenger hunt.
After my last post, we went out to a bar that made mojitos with real pieces of sugar cane. Sugar cane is great in a drink, but not so great to actually eat, as I discovered the hard way and had to pick the fibers out of my teeth in the bathroom. I expect to be Metamucil regular for at least a week. Nick's friend Julia was very cool and funny - personally, the girl got immediate props in my book for wearing these really cute high heels even after apparently pulling her calf muscles in an aerobics class that day. Now there's a fellow woman who loves shoes.
Afterwards, Max humored me and listened to me expound on the merits and shortcomings of the Harry Potter movies versus the Harry Potter books. For over an hour. Even though it was like 2:00 a.m. in the morning and he had to go to work early this morning.
And to end my perfect weekend, we went to the Cracker Barrel for lunch today!!! I LOVE CRACKER BARREL!!! It's one of my favorite restaurants, and as there are none in all of California, I try to eat there whenever I do come across one. One time I had a terrible craving for it and Max and I looked up and discovered the nearest CB was in the Phoenix area. We considered getting in the car and driving the six hours right away, but decided not to. Several months later, he planned a surprise weekend trip for us to Phoenix, where we ate there two days in a row. So yeah, I'm not joking when I say I LOVE CRACKER BARREL!!! I going to make a t-shirt that says that.
The flight back was uneventful, except for the three hour layover in Vegas, where I lost an unmentionable amount of money playing video poker. I know, it's terrible. But the thing is, it's really really hard to kill three hours at an airport.
Something did happen to me there that I thought was pretty bizarre. I was walking past a guy pushing his friend in one of those airport wheelchairs when they suddenly stopped me and asked if I would take a picture WITH them. I agreed, thinking that they had asked if I would take a picture OF them, but no, they wanted me to be in a picture WITH the guy in the wheelchair. The other guy would be the one to take the picture.
Now, this was definitely a very strange request. For starters, the guy in the wheelchair did not look like he needed a wheelchair. I'm not saying you need to have stumps to justify using a wheelchair, but this guy didn't even have a cast on. And he looked suspiciously high. Oh and they were both college aged. I asked why they wanted me to pose with the wheelchair guy, and the non-wheelchair guy said oh they had a few pictures left on the disposable camera and that they wanted to finish the roll. Hmm. That didn't make sense to me at all. I vaguely started to wonder if this could lead to some weird sex thing where all of the sudden my head gets photo-shopped on to some naked body on the Internet, holding carry-on luggage in one hand and a bottle of Diet Coke in another (airport porn??? is there a market???), but that seemed ridiculously unlikely, and frankly I was looking pretty gross and couldn't imagine why they'd chose me for that. They could tell I was hesistant, but then the wheelchair guy won me over when he said, "because we're in Vegas." And all of the sudden, I flash backed to the numerous times Julia (LA Julia, not, obviously the Denver Julia mentioned above) and I have been in Vegas and have taken ridiculous pictures of each other - spanking stuffed gorillas in front of toy shops...making lewd gestures behind Vegas showgirls...pretending to be beat up by life-size Star Trek statues and so on. And I caved.
In hindsight I started thinking that maybe they were on a scavenger hunt. Maybe first they had to steal an airport wheelchair. Then they had to find a tired looking Asian girl with limp hair and dirty flipflops to take a picture with.
And then I decided, next time I go to Vegas, I'm definitely planning a scavenger hunt.
posted by S at 11:46 PM
12 Comments:
Have I mentioned that you're hilarious, by the way?
And I know I have yet to mention HOW MUCH I LOVE CRACKER BARREL!
My favourite has to be chicken and dumplings for dinner and eggs in a basket for breakfast! I wish there was a Cracker Barrel here! I need to go ALL the way back to Charleston, Southcackalacki before I can eat there again :-( So sad.
i don't want to ruin things (aren't i always the spoiler!). I like cracker barrel too- they make this crazy baked breakfast thing. But they have supposedly struggled in the past- something about being homophobic and very intolerant. Don't quit eating there- but maybe hold off on the tee shirts (least you promote some agenda that could be taken the wrong way (?)) When I was a kid we learned to call it the Crapper Barrel for that reason. But everyone still loves the baked breakfast- no getting around it. Peach pecan pancakes too!
Wicked weird at the airport- a joke, or a really pathetic guy? Hungover, or paralyzed, or nerve damaged?
The picture thing is weird - I've had that happen to me but usually it's a foreigner. And I always oblige, and feel a little dirty afterward.
My dad was asked to be in a bunch of strangers' wedding photos when he was in Korea. Apparently having a stranger come to your wedding is good luck so they dragged him in and made him be in the photos. They also thought he looked like Al Pacino.
Haha, you're too funny! Sounds like a great trip :) Yay!
Good news - it's OK to go to Cracker Barrel now! Yeah, I stopped going to Cracker Barrel for a bit, too, because of reported homophobic and discriminatory practices that were ignored by the company. But see here - http://www.workingforchange.com/article.cfm?ItemID=14302
I was driving to Ann Arbor once with a friend of mine who is gay, and he wanted to stop at Cracker Barrel. I asked, "Why do you of all people want to go there?" He replied, "It's those damn biscuits. They're too good. Just don't tell anyone."
Lypstykgirl - Oh good to know! Melissa had me worried there for a bit. And I'm with you on the peach pecan pancakes, Melissa. I wake up thinking about them somtimes. My favorite is the green beans and the sugar cured ham. Yum. And the hashbrown casserole. Also their pork chops are very good. And the corn muffins. And the biscuits. And if I'm lucky, sometimes the vegetable of the day is this broccoli & cheese thing. And Islandgirl - love the chicken & dumplings too. Awesome.
Thode - you're a hot tall blonde - of course people stop you and ask to take pics. Incidentally, does your dad really look like Al Pacino?
Man, I am such a loser. I have never eaten at a cracker barrel. Boo.
Elliot - dude, is there one near you? Because I will totally hop on a plane (provided there's no costly bizarre 3 hour layover in Vegas) and come visit...and take you to the nearest Cracker Barrel.
My dad looks nothing like Al Pacino, except for having dark hair and a big nose. But you Asians think white people all look the same!
can i please say that i'm SO psyched that cracker barrel is OK!?!?! I'm sure my doctor would cry because of my high cholesterol, but like lypstyk girl's friend says, just don't tell anyone! It has to be ok to occasionally eat the hashbrown breakfast thing. Peach pecan pancakes have all the food groups or something too, I think...
I think there is one about an hour away up in PA.....so when does your plane arrive?:)
Speaking of 'asians thinking all white people look the same'--my boss at my old job was a tall american white guy with brown hair, and when he went to Japan for a business trip, many people there thought he was Tom Cruise. Isn't that funny? He looks nothing like Tom Cruise. People kept asking for his picture and autograph. At first he thought they just really liked tall white american guys--a lot--but then someone told him they all thought he was Tom Cruise.
But that goes both ways. Ahem. I have been known upon occasion to not recognize a certain asian girl I shared a room with in college, when we weren't in our room, and she was all bundled up because it was snowing outside.......oops.
tee hee- you and pig both have trouble recognizing sareet...
You know, I wonder if I have high cholesterol. I eat a lot of eggs and meat. Maybe I should get that checked out...along with that TB test you recommended, Melissa.
You guys crack me up, btw.
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