1. Enjoy the Botanical Gardens
2. Golf
3. Avalanche game (seasonal)
4. Try some “Rocky Mountain Oysters”
5. Visit The Tattered Cover bookstore
6. Casa Bonita!
7. Horseback riding / kayaking
8. Shotgun Willy’s Gentlemen’s club and grill
9. Pray that whole Jesus resurrection thing wasn’t just a load of bullshit
Casa Bonita… didn’t make the cut?
It’s the Disneyland of mexican restaurants!
Yeah, I grew up in Denver, and this list is pretty inclusive . . . there is one semi-cool thing to do, though – visiting the Denver Mint. (If you like watching metal being hammered into money.)
Listening to John Denver in Denver has got to be on a dead person to-do list. no?
Wait a second… there really is a Casa Bonita? I just thought that was something Parker and Stone made up for a South Park episode.
Why didn’t you call Leroy on the phone?
I’m disappointed there was no Warren Zevon reference in this post. Unless there was, and I missed it, in which case never mind.
Slartibartfast:
Disorder in the house/
ReptileProtein wisdomZombies on the lawn staggering around
You forgot jackalope hunting.
Beck, nothing in South Park is made up.
Lileks is eating brains again.
kinda freaky.
Mustard’s Last Stand, also.
Hmmm.
10. Regret that you didn’t boink your best friend’s mother when you were 15.
Please show proper respect Jeff, it’s Shotgun Willies.
That’s what I thought, dario, but I don’t like to admit I’ve ever been there. Last thing I remember was one of the dancers starting it up to “Money for Nothing”, and my brother leaned over and said into my ear: “look at them yo-yos”.
Which, given my blood alcohol level, was hysterically funny at the time. I’d replace that with “have breakfast at El Tepehuan”, or something similar, though, now that I’ve…um…matured a bit.
You didn’t steal Ahmadinejad’s Klonopin did you? Because he sounds like he’s off his meds and this post sounds like you know you pissed him off.
In any event, I plan to be (10) Dumping money into the slots at Black Hawk when the bombs start falling.
Hey, where’s my cell phone?
10. Headin’ down to Mile High to catch the Gold and Chicago Fire lock horns in a free-for-all USFL game followed by a free Chicago (the group) concert.*
* – It can so be 1984 again, if I want it to be!
P.S. Do they still have those cheap hotels and liquor stores down on Colfax Avenue?
Man, those were the days.
Yes, Casa Bonita is real. It blew my mind when I found that out.
Golf? If I can launch an approach shot approximately 150 yards at 200 feet above sea level in calm but high humidity conditions with a TaylorMade Series 300 8-iron (hey, but I’m a long duffer) and a MaxFli A3, what distance should I get in the Mile High City? 158? 163? Or will I faint from oxygen deprivation on the 1st fairway before I reach the ball?
No more Rocky Mountain Oysters? Did they close The Fort?
Glad to hear that Shotgun Willies, aka The Gun Club, is still open after, what, three decades?
Don’t remember Casa Bonita at all, but it’s on the far west side.
Is the Riviera in Glendale still serving up terrific, cheap Mexican food? And Jackson Hole, at Leetsdale and S. Oneida–the best sports bar two decades ago–is it still thriving?
Just a history lesson update for my top ten list.
Denvier exists only in the imagination, as I am certain it really consists only of an airport. There is absolutely no city there. I looked out the windows of the airport and all I saw was prairie to the east and mountains to the west. Then I flew on, never to return.
I suppose that assumes that you called upon him before you died, because otherwise, well then maybe that wouldn’t be such a good option.
10. Say, ‘fuck it,’ and go trout fishing.
There used to be an ice cream parlor in a walkway a story or two up that stretched across the main drag (Congress? Colfax? whatever) back in the middle ‘60s. Alfonso’s? Alfano’s? Aaah something like that. Went there with other USAFA cadets. They’d bring out the specials with bells ringing and/or whistles blowing and other special (for the times) effects. One of the highlights of my youth.
Anyone else remember/know anything about the place I’m recalling?
I remember eating at that steak barn in the Tech Center, where Elway used to take his linemen and get absolutely Roman with the dead animal flesh. And Fat & Mike’s, where I drank a bit with my Linear Algebra professor (I made a B). And the Tattered Cover, thank you Engineer. And right across the street at the Cherry Creek Mall was the Blackhawk Bar & Grill.
And I’m teaching English in Korea. Groan.
That’s the reason Denver exists in the first place. All the people who were trying to get across the country to California came up to the Rocky Mountains and collectively said “fuck it” and went trout fishing.
As a result, to this day we are treated to Arena Rules Baseball and Avalanche players flopping dead on the ice the minute an opposing player skates by. And shrines to the Bucktoothed Stanford Golden Boy.