Oh Yes, It's Liz's Night

Hmm, my post about pizza doesn't seem to sum up the past couple of weeks very well. Maybe if you would just go ahead and give me some sort of Terrible Blogger award now I could become unparalyzed an unbusy already and get to posting about exciting things. Like free drinks for me!

There's a bar like this in New York called No Idea that sets up a calendar with names on it and then gives away free drinks all day to the lucky nameholders. The bar in New York is kinda a dive, but it was close to my first job, had cheap beer, and had room for a lot of people, so we used to go there for happy hours and goodbye parties and such. Actually, as I'm writing this, I'm thinking that bar closed down. Am I right? Anyway, I don't think my name ever came up, or if it did I was too much in Brooklyn to care about trekking over to a weird area to drink a free beer or watery well-drink, or perhaps I didn't know, because who keeps up on these things?

But when J noticed that my name appeared on a drink calendar for a bar in Denver, I knew I would have to cash in. In fact, not just my first, but BOTH of my names were up for free drinks. I saw that as a sign. But then I tired myself out that afternoon making a million tiny marble magnets for an upcoming fundraiser and then there was some more of that awesome Denver springtime snow, and all the ladies I had enticed with the going out and the free drinks were also too tired and too cold to care. So I gave up.

I picked J up from work and he said we could still go if I wanted even though going to a bar alone with him is like going to a chocolate festival with a diabetic. This was very nice of J because he was also tired and cold and probably wanted to do nothing less than go to a bar downtown where we would have to find and pay for parking. So we gave up on the idea. Which made me feel bad. So then I said, "Fuck it, I want some free drink!" and J said, "Okay," and we found some downtown parking and fought our way through a freezing wind tunnel and made our way to the bar. (For the record, I also go to Home Depot and model train stores with him, so I think we're supporting each other equally.)

And let me tell you: this is no dive bar. This is a swanky, leather couch, candlelit, giant art on the walls, full on loungy bar. And we were the only ones in there. But I did not care, and the "free drink" was actually a free whatever I wanted, no holds barred, so I sipped down two (strong) Gray Goose and sodas with lots of lime and felt pretty good about the evening.

And I am learning that there are apparently lots of bars here that have whole happy hours where the drinks aren't so much discounted as completely free. Denver, are you trying to hit on me? If you keep buying me drinks all night, I'm going to get giddy and want to climb up to one of those hidden rooftop parks and lie in the grass for awhile, so be prepared. I mean, if it ever stops snowing and all. Otherwise, let's go get some more of that pizza.