On Sunday Sarah and I went to the People’s Fair in downtown Denver along with some friends. Normally at an outing like this Sarah and I justify the ticket price with people watching, i.e. every outlandish person we see is worth some monetary value that goes against what we paid to get in. Example: “Ooh, look at that guy wearing Zubaz and a see-through mesh belly shirt! That guy’s worth at least $1.25.” Well the People’s Fair was free, which threw out the need for this justification, but even so our people watching was a bit disappointing. The only person I thought worth any amount was a guy with a t-shirt that read “ANGER” in huge letters across the chest. Baffling.

The booths and the peddled wares therein, however, proved much more promising. There was, of course, the terrible airbrush t-shirts booth, the wind chimes booth, the men’s-tie-made-into-a-manpurse booth, and the homemade jams booth. But my favorite was the one selling hats for dogs. It was called “K-9 Kovers” or something like that. In this booth were four or five dogs in varying degrees of repose, each with his own K-9 Kover and embarrassed smile. The hats’ best marketing point (in my estimation): “Your dog can even swim with his hat on!” I thought of alerting the Humane Society.

Listening to "No Matter What" from the album No Dice by Badfinger

On our walk tonight Sarah and I decided to stop by our friend Legs’ place to ask him if he’d like to join us. He was busy cooking a meal but invited us in to “visit”, as the old people say. He had just burned his hand in the oven, so we were commiserating with him about that, when all of a sudden he told Sarah he might be able to see comedian Brian Regan with us on Thursday. I thought he must be confused.

I had talked with Sarah a few weeks ago about the possibility of seeing Brian Regan but had concluded I’d probably be out of town recording. After finding out yesterday that I’d be in Denver for another week, Sarah covertly went ahead and got us some tickets as my birthday present (for my …ahem… golden birthday). Then she left Legs a message asking if he’d like to go as well, making sure to mention that it was a surprise for me. Well that apparently did not register in that brain of his.

So back in the apartment… Legs tells us he might be able to go with us on Thursday. Sarah, in consternation, asserts that he must be confused, that she did not call him.

Legs, wide-eyed: “What?! You called me today and asked if I wanted to go with you to see Brian Regan.”

Sarah, staring hard: “No I didn’t.”

Legs, vacant look: “Yes, you did.”

Sarah, angry eyes: “Dude, I did not call you.”

Legs, raised eyebrow: “I’m pretty sure it was you.”

Sarah, arms flailing: “LEGS! I said it was a surprise!”

Legs, sheepish: “Uh…..”

Silence.

Laughter.

My wife is amazing.

Listening to "Hunted by a Freak" from the album Happy Songs for Happy People by Mogwai

At the Denver Museum of Nature and Science today all I learned was how to hunt like a velociraptor.

Those kids sure tasted good.

Listening to "Getting By With It's" from the album Under the Tray... by Reggie & The Full Effect

Brian Regan last night was so awesome. It was mostly new material, and what was crazy was that he didn’t do the “You too” bit even though the tour was the “You Too” tour. I’d highly recommend seeing him if you ever get the chance.

Listening to "Elenor" from the album Blow in the Wind by Me First And The Gimme Gimmes

Sarah and I drove in my mini-car and went mini-golfing last night. We’ve got a bit of a rivalry going on when it comes to mini-golf… actually any mini-sport makes us competitive. To make it fair, I kept score and Sarah added it up at the end. She claims that she won, but you know how girls are with math.

Listening to "Lazy" from the album 4-Wheel Vibe by Bracket

My life is a series of small accomplishments.

Listening to "Mykel & Carli" from the album Undone - The Sweater Song by Weezer

Hey, check out the flash animation I put together for my band.

Listening to "All in the Name of Progress" from the album From Left to Right by Adhesive

Sarah and I adopted a little kitten yesterday. Neither of us are really “cat people”, or animal people for that matter, but this one little kitty just captured our hearts. After tossing around a few names like Hermione, Tempest, Jasmine, and Killer (one of my favorites since she’s such a shy little kitty), we finally settled on “Regan”. It was Sarah’s suggestion, and I think it fits perfectly. Sarah says she’s a domestic long-hair mix tabby. To me she looks like a grey striped kitty with long hair that sticks up like crazy all over the place. Not too sure about all this tabby business.

Last night we decided we couldn’t be without our new little kitty, so we had her sleep with us. At different points in the night we found her sleeping either on Sarah’s face or in my armpit. Perhaps little Regan wanted to get back at me for my offending pit-smell, because when I woke up this morning I found that she had left a few presents on my jeans that were lying on the floor. I don’t think anyone else could poop on my jeans and get away with it quite as easily as little Regan did. In fact my first thought was “Oh, she took her first poo! Great!”

I love our little kitty.

Listening to "Solar Sister" from the album Dream All Day - The Best of The Posies by The Posies