Colorado again!

I flew back out to Colorado this weekend to help out Chris, my brother. Other than the fact he is sick and just needs me to help him out for a few weeks, its pretty good. This is the 3rd time I have been out here in a year, and every time I come out, I just don't want to go home.

Today its about 95 out, but its dry and nice. Hot, but dry. Big difference then when I left NH. It was 90 and hot and humid. I am a fat guy, and fatties like me HATE humidity. Out here, at least I can go out and not have my man boobs be dripping like a river the second I get out the front door.

Anyways, the trip out was fun. I flew from NH to Chicago with a Harley granny next to me, and since I was wearing a Harley shirt, she figured that we would chat about bikes the whole trip. I think she finally got the clue that I wasn't really into chatting once I got my Ipod on, so the rest of the trip was uneventful. We actually arrived at O'Hare 25 minutes EARLY, which rocked, since my original layover was like 45 minutes. However, once we landed, the flight from Chicago to Denver was delayed almost an hour and a half. I got to spend about two and a half hours wandering around O'Hare. That was about as exciting as pulling the lint out of my belly button. Once we were getting ready to board, it was apparent that the flight was going to be FULL. I was thrilled at that prospect since the only seat I could get was a middle seat. I figured with my luck I would get someone as big as me on either side and we would look like a row of jelly donuts.

I got on the plane, and found that one lucky recipient of my largeness was going to a be skinny chick with the windown seat. Once I planted myself in the row, her eyes rolled as if to say "fucking GREAT." Not that I blame her. Once I was sitting a pilot proceeded to plop in the seat next to me. Luckily he was not a big guy. We ended up chatting the whole flight, since he had a lot of the same interests as me- fast cars, big trucks and faster bikes. He told me that the next natural progression for me was to go to flying school, since that is the ultimate speed freak hobby. He owned a share in a Cessna, and was saying how flying is like crack.....super addictive and super addictive. Just what I needed to hear. I would get into that and the next thing Kerri would know there would be a Cessna sitting in our driveway. I am fairly confident that would get me a solid boot in the ass and a visit from her divorce attorney.

We ended up in Denver, and it was sort of humid here (at least that was what everyone was saying.) I got off the plane and out of the terminal and was thrilled to not feel humidity. When I got to Chris' place, I was watching the news and the weather monkey was rambling on about how bad it was out and how he thought it was one of the most humid days he could remember. Obviously he's never been to New England.

The last few days have been doctor appointments, and a lot of hanging around the house with Chris and Max. Max has been his typical Boston Terrier self...hyper and wanting to play every minute. He fianlly gave up playing with me at one point because I drilled him in the ass with a giant tennis ball. I think it was an accident....but who knows.

Jet lag has been kicking the crap out of me. I dozed off last night around 9pm (here) while having a conversation with Chris, and woke up like a half hour later. Chris told me he thought I was dying or something by the noises I was making. Apparently I snore. I dragged my ass to bed, and of course woke up at 5am wide awake with nothing to do. Great. Now I am tired enough to go take a nap, since Chris is sleeping that is exactly what I am gonna do.