So in the previous post, Nik made it sound like we had the perfect weekend. Yeah, I guess it came close, but because of the incidences described below, I left the Northwest with mixed memories.
1) Right after Nikki tasted my beer at the BLR on Saturday night, she looked me straight in the eye with a sour expression on her face and told me that the taste made her want to cry. Well, Nikki, that story makes me want to cry.
2) At the Aspen Airport, there was a terrorist. He was a middle-aged white man who stood 7 feet tall, had me by at least a hundred pounds, breathed quite heavily, and went well out of his way to repeatedly smell me. Thats right, big, onimous whiffs in between statements like "wow, that is great cologne, what is that?" and "no, really, that can't just be Old Spice deoderant." That was Friday, and four days later, I have yet to put on deoderant.
3) Nikki refused to let me drive her 2000 Red VW Jetta that has a vanity plate that says "NIKSTER". The car has a manual transmission, and at the age of 22 and 3/4, I am becoming increasingly self-conscious of not having achieved competancy on a stick shift. Nikki knows this, and she did a great job of prolonging my suffering.
All things considered, Team Dikki got the job done this weekend. Our next adventure together will be in Colorado in the near future. Speaking of Colorado, I have seen bears in the Aspen City Limits on 5 of the last 7 days I have been in town. I try and keep my wristrocket close by.
XO, Dave
9.11.2007
Smell This, Weird Airport Guy!!!
Posted by Tres Dorrs at 9:03 PM
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Yeah for Dave posting...
if you want to learn to drive a stick, I'll let you practice on my car. just don't tell nikki.
beka
Dave..he's alive and out there somewhere..glad to hear you smell so good!
Hey, Davey! Good to read your post. And please put on some deodorant RIGHT NOW! Love, your Mama
Dave. You misspelled deodorant. That's all I have to say about that. PS - put more on.
Sister
Don't worry, Dave. Stick shifting will be easy once you're married. Booyah!
Basically you should have just shot that guy at the airport with your wrist-rocket, then smelled him, then said that you think HIS deodorant makes you want to cry.
Jake
Dave - the main reason I didn't let you drive was because I follow the rule, i fly you buy. And i didn't really want to pay for dinners...
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