this might be a very long-winded version of a small coincidence, but what else are you going to do today?

it started on friday night.

i rushed home from my non-day off to get to larimer lounge to see if they had any tickets for arcade fire left (i had emailed the band earlier in the week but never heard back from them, so i figured being on the list was out of the question), but the sandwich board on the street outside of the lounge said "S-O-L-D O-U-T." bummer. i didn't even get out of the car.

a little later though, hansen called from the lounge to see if i was going. i told him my position, and asked him to check if i was on the list, just for s's and g's. he said i was on it. wooooo.

so i get up, shower, dress, and bolt. i only had time for one beer before the set, which was madly awsome. just awesome. people banging on everything and playing musical instruments.

hah..that's not what i mean. not like "instruments that play music," but all the players alternating the instruments like a whacked out version of musical chairs.

after the show, i went with mark and donna to lipgloss, mostly because they looked at me like i was a jackass when i said i'd never been. this was where the string of coincidences began.

lipgloss, for those of you in the metro area, may or may not be what saves friday nights. you can read about it here. i'm not here to blow smoke up more people's asses than i already have to (but just know that tim cook is my new favorite dj).

so we're dancing and watching the slew of characters in indie-kid costumes dancing to all the top-40 hipster hits, and i see this kid, probably my age, in a striped oxford with a matching tie on crutches. nothing special, but just wondered why he was on crutches and why he was probably blatanly ignoring the presumable doctor's orders to take it easy.

that was friday.

i'll spare you every single thing that page said or did when we were shopping for a christmas dress on saturday for her 10 month old niece, a six-hour cherry creek mall adventure. but just know that page is fucking hilarious.

(sidenote: i try not to gush over expensive jewelry, namely engagement rings, because i'm pretty sure if i ever get married it won't be to someone who can afford a huge rock. but we stopped in cartier just for fun...i honestly got light-headed when i saw the 6-carat, $642,000 ring sitting in the window. that's just stupid.)

saturday night was the deproduction launch party at 11th and speer; i saw a lot of regulars from the lounge meeting (which is back this thursday; i'll post more later this week). pretty sweet turn out, especially for the kid with the striped oxford and a matching tie on crutches.

i almost introduced myself, but thought that would be kind of gay, so we left to go to my friend's holiday party where people were speed racing around the store on bikes and falling. now that's gay.

that was saturday.

sunday, i hung out with susan, my eighth grade english teacher with whom i lived very briefly when my parents divorced, and who would lend me money on occasion in college when i was very, very broke, which was most of the time.

but later, page called from work and said she was bored, and that if i came in she'd buy me dinner.

ok. zengo's so good.

so i sat at the bar to eat when i noticed a rowdy bunch at the other end, singing happy birthday to a young fella named jordan, who was wearing...a striped oxford and matching tie, with his crutches leaned up next to his bar stool.

i hope, for jordan's sake, that his friends bought him a new outfit for his birthday.

i have pictures, but left my camera at someone's house because i'm a tool.

now, for those of you that actually read this far, here's some shit:

guess who's djing at lipgloss on new year's eve.

nope, guess again.

nope...guess again.

ok; i'll just tell you.

carlos d. what's that all about? and someone's taken it down already, but there used to be a link to carlosdhasherpes.blogspot.com.

gawker saw it, too.

i'm off to bribe the receptionist to go get me mcbreakfast.