DenverFrank. More Fly Than Balloon Boy.

So last night was homie Kiddo's birthday and guess who got totally smashed. Everyone. Including yours truly. More pics after the JUMP. DF*

The Three Cardinal Rules of the Lost Weekend

1.) A lost weekend starts the moment you get off work Friday and continues until the wee hours of Monday morning.

2.) While awake there should always be an alcoholic beverage within easy reach. Pretend it’s a crucifix and you’re weekending at Count Dracula’s one-bedroom bungalow.

3.)You must forget at least 80% of the weekend. This is essential. Don’t fret about losing all those precious memories, your friends will remember enough to make you want to get drunk and forget them all over again.

I am no longer responsible. For anything!
More Drinking Sign Language HERE!
Thanks Modern Drunkard Magazine. DF*

Tooey's.....this is the spot. Originally we went to meet the B-way Panthers here for the pub crawl. But we liked it so much, and never connected with BP, we stayed here all night and with $3 PBR Tallboys and $2 Tecates I was in. We did shots of Makers Mark and Patron all night too. Thanks Ryan and Vanessa. Check them out at 1521 Marion. Oh, and check the drunk girl out. DF*

After the drunk walk we stumbled over to Funky Buddha for The Solution 2nd Anniversary. Supreme and Lowkey did their thing. More pics HERE! DF*

Last night was super rad. My Honey and I started off at Suburban Home Records and made our way down to like....uhh...I don't know.  I do know it was like 12 free PBR's later. More pics HERE! DF*

Last Saturday the Krew and I went to check out a free show at the Loft. Infinite, Maneline and others. It was what I expected of a place of that caliber. What do I mean? Typical "club" guys, girls, everyone in their clubbing best. Drinks weren't too expensive. $2.50 for a PBR 16oz'er. About 1am I go outside to get some fresh Denver Air. As I drunkenly glance off into the distance down Champa I see some guys on bikes converging on one place. I am interested to see where they are all going. I stumble across Broadway. My Cons scraping the pavement as I make my way to the mysterious location that is attracting people like flies to a bulb. I get there. not even sure where there is. I hear drums, guitar, and a throaty RAH RAH RAH type of vocal which made it all more intriguing to me. Foolishly I try the corner door under the neon. Fail. I ask the wall to help me to the open door about 20 feet away. It does. No doorman. No cover. I realize, this is an ordinary bar. But it wasn't. I walk in with no back up, didn't need it.  I pass a cigarette machine. I think. Pass a few patrons. I creep to the pit. The band that was playing was hard an crunchy, heavy. I remember the drummer had no shirt on. the vocalist was thrashing it. People on the tables. The pit was angry. And people were friendly cool. I think I was there about 20 minutes and I got texted with inquiries of my location. It was the Krew. They had realized that I was gone. Wandered off to destination unknown. I got picked up two blocks away from my original location. The Loft. Went home. The next morning I thought it was all a dream. It wasn't. After internet research I stumbled upon BAR BAR. You know it. 20th or 21st and Champa. I learned that it is one of Denver's oldest bars and it was granted one of Denver's first Liquor Licenses. And, Hunter S. Thompson used to drink there. Who knew? But I take all the info I ever get from the old WWW with a grain of salt. Walking in to that bar was the best moment of that entire night. I hope to do it again. DF*

Me looking guilty stealing a beer from the cooler on new years. Didn't wake up with marker on my face. Hooray! Good Times. DF*

I better not wake up like this....

because....

You have officially been warned. But, if you see me out buy me a shot or beer then i'll tell you a short story and probably take your picture and give you props tomorrow when I wake up at 6 p.m. Peace and don't drink and drive/ride tonight. Happy New Year!  DF*

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