First week of Denver was a bit... rocky
And by that I mean I climbed a sketchy rock. and by rock, I mean mountain. and by moutain I mean I lead climbed up about 22 meters up a route, with shitty shoes, shitty holds, shitty feet, and with winds blowing at me as im struggling for about 20(or probably more??) minutes up there losing energy every second. I wasnt gonna cave but shit was it sketchy. As I drag myself up the sketchy move, I get to the next move which i thought would be flat ground, instead was just a giant curved smooth Fkn boulder... with no holds except this shitty, barley 2 finger, slippery crimp... AND NOW I HAVE WORSE FEET, WORSE HOLDS, WORSE WINDS and cause im higher above the clip and if I end up falling, im dropping and swinging at least 5-10 ft (not too bad), however there's a chance I drop more by my belayer(s) getting swept up by my lard ass. The wind is picking up, im out of energy and i just have to risk the move. I finished the crux, drag my sorry ass up the boulder, and clip into the incorrect finish of the route so that we can clean up, and I bail.
It was fan-fkn-tastic.
Now normally i dont talk about things actually happening, usually only the dumb parts of whatever i do. Here though i feel like everything i've done is done has been variations of stupid. between me being an idiot in improv, taking russian classes with a Russian replica of Vic, taking a walk through a park... with a coyote warning.. its all been dumb. though i feel like my worries of if i get eaten by a coyotee in the last post is justified (the middle of the night, star watching one. ignoring the stupid writing experiment, the mindset just before hearing that noise was wondering if Colorodo has coyotees...).
Additionally, I realized I dont like my board games in a family friendly church environment. I like my drinking and swearing and general not worrying aobut offending 60+ year olds. most of which are things its frowned upon in a church, at least in a christian church, im not as sure about how that other church I passed would feel about that.
There was also a comedy show that was nice, but after the comedy there was the most brutal roast i've ever seen. It started with guy A saying to guy B that he committed the perfect murder... the murder of his mother... when he was born. And it ended with a ouiji board and the ghost with a white sheet over it pretending to be the mother of guy B with the script along the lines of "your jokes are terrible and you need to leave the comedy world". It was so far that the ghost couldnt follow through with that joke, and even though by roast standards, guy A won, no one wanted to give that victory to him.
I'm not sure if there is a moral to these stories, other than maybe meth... not even once.
