New City, Same Blackouts

Wow. I can honestly say that I am both shocked and amazed that I woke up in my bed this morning.  What's not shocking or amazing is that fact that my mouth tastes like the dark side of a homeless guy's adult diaper.

So last night, I went to a concert.  The band was called Super Diamond and they're a Neil Diamond cover band.  They were amazing! Based off my knowledge of 2 or 3 Neil Diamond songs, these guys fucking nailed it.  Either way, the concert was absurd, I was dancing all over the place, drinking RBVs left and right, I was good to go. (Early P.S. RBV stands for Red Bull Vodka. For a second just now I thought I made that up and I was so fucking excited. turns out its been on Urban Dictionary since 2004.)

Anyway, the whole night was amazing, until after the concert that is...or at least what I'm perceiving as after the concert.  Leading up to the show, I was having an absolute blast, I was even recorded dancing to my favorite song ever.

SIDENOTE: As many of you know, I have been working very hard to master a dance move done by the robot head guy from the Party Rock Anthem video.  It's the move done at 5:33



Well I absolutely crushed this move in the video, along with a pretty sick moon walk if I may say so myself.  Here's a link to the video so you can judge for yourself.

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=537090161882

Anyway, it was all fun and games until everything that I drank kicked in and I stopped remembering things. That happened right around quarter after Blurry O'clock.  So, there I am, having a blast at this concert, singing, dancing, awesomeing (new word, it's gonna be a thing), next thing I know, I'm stranded in the middle of no where.  No friends. No i-

OMG. Literally, while writing this I just remembered another bar that I went to after the concert. How amazing is that? I don't remember where I was, who I was with, when I got there or any details, but I do remember another bar. Fuckin memories, who knows when they're gonna show up.

Back to my blackout. After this surprise bar that just showed up in my head, I still ended up with no friends, no idea where I was, and no clue how to get home. About 2 minutes into being lost, my phone died so I couldn't call for a cab or text someone for directions or google map as i usually do to figure out where I am. Instead, I was just left out in the wilderness, up in the rocky mountains, to fend for myself against mountain lions, gorillas, and komodo dragons.

Turns out, Denver is nothing like NYC, which is awesome most of the time. It doesn't smell like a bumbs mouth.. You're not hated by every person everywhere no matter what.  And there are barely any cabs.  Or at least there weren't on whatever street I ended up on.  According to my black out clock, I walked up and down these random streets for about 70-80 hours before I finally got a cab to stop for me.  Turns out the cab driver was a great guy, as I recall we had a great convo on the way home, he didn't rob me, I didn't rob him. It was a great experience overall.

And now the for the best part about living in Denver. NFL games start at 11 AM. What what in the butt. Peace!