For a little over two weeks now, the Chandler and I have resided in one of the most expensive zip codes in the continental United States. The 81611 is a veritable cornucopia of culture, class, and style... none of which the lady and I can afford.
We arrived in Aspen and immediately stayed with Kyle and Sarah Taylor for half of our first week. Kyle and I went to college together, and it was our morning ritual for me to show up at his house, freak out because we were 20 minutes late for class, drink some coffee, realize that we weren't going to make it to class that day, then watch some Homestar Runner and eat some deer meat. Classic. I was, of course, all a-twitter to see the Taylors - especially the new one, Lilah (the new nugget... fresh out the oven), but at the same time a bit apprehensive due to the fact that Sarah had barely left the hospital when Chandler and I began to occupy the guest room. All in all, the experience was like a great 4 night long sleepover, and Kyle and I got to do an ample amount of cuddling. Victory.
Chandler and I then moved all of our 7 possessions into our new apartment over on Waters Avenue (3 blocks from the gondola... punk rock) and began our life of extreme poverty. Remember in Willy Wonka where the entire family eats, sleeps, and withers away in one small room? That's our new place... only smaller. It's about the size of a college dorm room, complete with a small kitchen, a bathroom, and a corner to huddle and cry in. I once read a book about climbing Everest where the author amounts the experience to little more than spending 90% of your time huddled in a small tent staring at your tent-mate listening to their dandruff hit their sleeping bag and 10% of your time dying slowly due to the altitude. Sometimes it feels like that.
...then the rest of the time, I walk outside and mountains tower over me everywhere I look, and I know that in less than 2 months I'll be screaming uncontrollably down the side of those mountains on a pair of secondhand skis with an insane smile on my face with my wife 1000 feet above me trying to think of single, attractive men that she can date after my funeral... and suddenly Aspen is pretty awesome.
I have no job. We have no car. But holy crap the mountains are pretty.
Listen to:
The new Mae... and think of the ocean... you emo s.o.b.
Watch:
How I Met Your Mother
Hip Hop Gangster Shout Out To:
Everyone who we were going to visit on our whirlwind road trip before Shelby Woo betrayed us all by exploding outside of Denver.
1 comments:
too bad your not in toledo ... i mean no mountains but at least you would have a place to steal food from!
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