Denver nightlife............

I figured I'd save one post for serious work crap and then post another about "Rocky Time" ;-)
I'm the type of person that will try new things but when in strange towns, I find something good and stick with it unless given advice by locals. That being said, I found myself in CB Potts three nights in a row. Delicious microbrews and friendly bartenders. In Denver, maybe all of Colorado, there's no smoking indoors which explains why a 8 month pregnant lady would be a bartender. Seriously, she was big as a house, but very nice. Wednesday, I worked late and there was a bbq in the hangar to celebrate having a plane at the Oshkosh Aviation Expo (where I was supposed to be!!!). Unfortunately, I was neck deep in shit so I had to eat cold leftovers. All that was left were these huge kielbasa looking brats. Filled me right up so I didn't even bother with dinner. Went to the hotel, changed shirts and got to my bar stool. There was a different bartender and I got all "chatty kathy" with her. I was also txting my bro and having a good time. Then, I notice this really loud and annoying lady on the other side of the huge bar. Maybe it was the beer but her and her companions appeared to be pointing and laughing at me. Now mind you, I was faux-hawking it and it would appear I was hitting on the bartender but I had no one else to talk to. I was getting the beer muscle up to go punch out the dude in the group when the bartender came over and told me that she had asked if I was the bartender's boyfriend, to which the bartender told the annoying drunk lady I was her fiance and we're getting hitched this Saturday. I probably should call my mom and let her know I'm coming back from Colorado with a new bride...........nah, she's in Wisconsin Dells and should be bothered ;-) Seriously, though, that's going to end up being my story "went into a bar for a drink and came out hitched".
So, Thirsty Thursday rolls around and I'm back at the bar after more bbq and long hours of work. I needed someone to talk to and figured the only person awake, b/c of the time zone, would be Lenzo. Sure as shit, he's at a work meeting on his day off. I was telling him that this is the type of week of work and travel where you just want to come home to a 30 min bj and then go to bed. He was in agreement, to which I told him to go buy one since he's in Vegas. I'm getting to that age in life where openly paying for sex ain't as disturbing as it used to be. Seriously :-/ Lenzo and I had some good txt-ing and then I left the bar for my crap hole of a hotel room.
Friday rolls around and work was wasted on b.s. which pisses me off b/c if I need support on Saturday no one will be around. I'm expendable so I'll be working while everyone else is enjoying their weekend. I had been eating good lunches and crappy dinners so I decided to splurge on myself. I went to this friggin' huge steak house (http://www.traildust.com/) and saddled up to the bar b/c the dining room was packed with a long wait. Tipping back some Fat Tire brews and gorging myself on the fattest 14oz sirloin I've ever seen. This 7/10 (meaning 7 out of 10) blonde grabs the stool next to me and orders a Tanquery and tonic. I was trying to be friendly and joked "long day?". She wasn't having any of it though. I threw out like three friendly lines and she shot 'em all down with one line responses. Eh, at least I had a huge steak and a cold beer. The part that puzzles me is that she could've sat a few seats down and I wouldn't have bothered saying anything to her. And she kept throwing off body language that she was having a horrible day. You would think if someone is being friendly you'd at least have banter with them. Hmm, its probably b/c I'm mexican :-/ I finished my meal and went to my new room at the Best Western which had a king size bed and a jacuzzi tub in the room!!!!!! I sat around digesting waiting for the witching hour to go out. The Godfather was on the TV and that tub was calling my name. Fudge it, I went to the liquor store for a sixxer and filled the tub and put on some Dixie Chicks, ya know, the ultimate guy's night in :-D Unfortunately, the jets didn't work :-( Unfortunately, I decided to skip testing the water and just stick my foot in to, unbeknownst to me, scalding hot water. I had to soak with my foot out of the water for a while till the nerve receptors forgave me for being a dumbass.
Well, I did my research and a "gentlemen's club" is a possibility for tonight but I honestly don't think I should drop the dough. I'm sure I'll be back here again, probably within a couple months, and I don't have anyone to go with. Plus, the all-nude don't serve liquor so what's the point. Plus-plus, my boss txt me last night and we may be going to Texas in a couple weeks!!!! I know for a fact the clubs down there are the best in the country. I'll save my coin for that. I think I may drive aimlessly to downtown Denver, find a place to park, eat and have a few cold ones and then make my way back to CB Potts (http://www.cbpotts.com/). Who knows, maybe a shenanigan or two on the way....................................