Overheard in Aspen

It snowed yesterday and last night...in town...Aspen is at about 8,200 ft elevation...it was starting to spit a bit and I heard a dad at the park/playscape telling his young son and daughter it was time to go back to the house...the four year old daughter started to whine and whimper saying she wanted to stay longer.... the dad said "you know, I am beginning to regret bringing you to Aspen..." to which more bawling ensued... a four year old... his tone sounded like he was talking to his trophy wife or trophy girlfriend...

A group of three very well made up women walking down the sidewalk...huge diamond rings (I notice that I check out the ring finger alot these days...) ... and one of them says .... "It's like that new trend, 'white trash gourmet'..." I actually considered walking back to ask her more about this new trend... just out of curiousity... but I didn't...

Anyway, I found these two amusing/interesting enough to share... I like "white trash gourmet"... I will have to start using that one...

I came back to add this one... it happened to me last night at the Caribou Club... a twenty-six something realtor babe came up to me in a drunken stupor... with some kind of drug/chemical induced not-so-pleasant breath... she had given me some indisputible smiles of "interest" earlier... so she came up to me at the bar... struck up the typical lame conversation... Realtor Babe: "where are you visiting from?" ... Alex: "I live here"... Realtor Babe: "oh, where do you live?" (meaning in Aspen proper or what we call "downvalley") Alex: "I live here in Aspen." Realtor Babe: "Where in Aspen?" Alex: "On Main Street" Realtor Babe: "Where on Main Street?" Alex: (telling the truth) "In a basement apartment under a commercial building." Realtor Babe: no response.... she just turned and walked away without saying a thing.

I am actually laughing out loud as I write this. My ego is secure - actually boosted a bit that she at least found me visually appealing at 20 years her senior - even if my net worth wasn't up to snuff. Had I answered "Red Mountain"... or "The West End" ... or lied and said I was visiting from out of town and staying at "The Little Nell"... it might have turned out differently... but then again, I am not that kind of guy... she wasn't my type... and the sickysweetacridchemicaldruginducedbreath thing... so sad...

Anyway, I went to the Shell station (our only 24 hour store) where everyone hangs out in the late late night... to see if I could find a sweet thing to take home with me... which I did... and crawled into bed... under the down comforter and silk blanket... naked... with my bag of Oreos...

I need some tango.... bad...