A New BFF for My Burrito

Many people strive for important things in their life which will make them feel like they are living an accomplished, productive lifestyle.  Some find this within promotion goals at work.  Others find it within their personal lives through travel and relationships.  I however, have been on a quest to find a dessert that equals my love of burritos.  This is, by far, the most imperative task I have ever undertaken in my life. It now beats out owning a scooter, because I accomplished that through tears and prostitution.

I have feasted on several burritos, only to follow its deliciousness with a dessert of some type that has lead me to feel like I have let down my little burrito.  I mean, all this burrito did was love me and gave me everything it’s got…….delicious flavor, a full stomach, fond memories…….and what do I do?  Throw it a crappy dessert and say “Here is what I reward you with…some piece of crap generic Reese mini cup”.  I feel bad when I do it, but the burrito doesn’t take this abuse laying down.  Oh no, what does it do?  Makes me fat and gives me a tummy ache.  It really is a love/ hate relationship.  Damn you burrito.

Well, several months ago I was skiing at the Beav and immediately noticed a new boy in town.  This boy was a lovely little Gelato shop at the base of the escalators.  I was intrigued, but prepared for overpriced disappointment.  However, I promptly laid the groundwork to Dave in regards to trying the gelato shop at the end of the ski day.  I laid it out by saying “Oh, gelato sure would be nice”.  And Dave would say “What?” clearly uninterested in my latest craving.  And I would say “Gelato (firm tone)… that sounds good.”  And Dave says “Oh, aren’t you fancy… you want gelato.”  And I say “Damn right I wants it. Gelato is frickin’ tasty”.  And Dave says “Oh, we will get you some gelato princess, don’t you fret.”  And then I say “Damn straight…gelato bitches.”  And that is the end of our dialogue.  Endearing and timeless, aren’t we?

Well, after skiing and “apresing” (is that a word?) I had totally forgotten about the yummy dessert I had so desperately wanted earlier in the day.  As we sauntered (well, more like lumbered) down the stairs and glanced to the right and I was immediately reminded of my one sole purpose at that place and time:  To get me some gelato.

Frantically, I made some type of grunt meets whine to Dave and pointed at the shop.  Looking back, I believe I resembled Lindsay Lohan at an attention convention, but I did not care. Sidenote: Does anyone even care that she is now carrying a lesbian card?  I didn’t think so I was pleased when Dave followed me promptly into get gelato and seemed almost as excited as I was.  I tried to read the flavors, but was too overcome with excitement to be bothered by pesky things.  If you can only imagine my delight when I was offered free tastes.  I was like the first time I walked into the Grand Tasting at the Taste of Vail and was super glad I was wearing an adult diaper because I pretty much peed myself.

By the way, this place is called Rimini’s and it pretty much rocks. There a so few things I think about on a regular basis that I can count them all on one hand and the rest of the time I am a blank canvas, but I find myself thinking of Rimini’s SEVERAL times a day.  I think it is because I have finally found a companion for my burrito in my stomach.  Think of a naked David Beckham rolling around a grassy field, with rainbows and a Tom Petty’s “Free Fallin” instrumental groove in the background, and that is pretty much how my stomach feels about this food marriage.  Now if only Illegal Pete’s would open a shop in the valley………some call me a dreamer……..

Not Rimini's But You Get the Point

Oh-My-Goodness, that looks good.  BTW – It is not overpriced and they give a solid local discount.  And by solid, I mean “fist pumping, lock it in and head nod” solid.

Yawn….I am beat, hungry and out on any good thoughts.  I leave you with this:

If the Cubs make it to the World Series, what will be the ratio of presidential ads vs. curse of the billy goat stories?  It has to be 2:1.  Is this really what America needs? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ahhhhh, I am already annoyed…….

Living the Scooter Dream (Weed Not Included)

 

Sheesh, so much has happened in my long absence, I don’t even know where to begin.  First, and most importantly, I think you should all know that I never gave up on tomatoes.  Even when the FDA was telling us to watch out, I defiantly ate them.  When Dave would snore at night, I would tip toe over to his side of the bed, reach into my sack of tomatoes and stick them in his mouth.  To my amazement he woke up every morning without even acid reflux.  A machine, that guy is.

 

I shouldn’t waste all of my 3 thoughts I have had since the last time I posted, so I will keep them stashed away in my little, infant brain and spew them out at a later date.  I am also not going to apologize for my sabatical.  It would be like apologizing for my crappy spelling. While I have been deeply moved by the scathing comments I have received from some of you over the past few months about my lack of posting, I needed a time out from a bit.  Seeing as how this little blog does not put litter in my cat’s box (yet, that is!), it is not always a top priority.  Things like scootering, bitching and macaroni crafts have moved to the forfront of my life.  After I turned 30, I decided to live for me, and after 6 months of such, I have realized I am a bore and must return to sharing my pathetic little life with you.  Suckers.

 

  

 

Last night was the first annual Scooterfest in the Vail Valley.  It was pretty much awesome, I must tell you. 

 

 

 

 

 

Coolness Factor: 10

 

We rode from Finnegan’s Wake to the Wolcott Yacht Club.  If you can only imagine the sounds of our engines, similar to 1000 hummingbirds locked in a cage, the scene was pretty intimidating.  Chaps, in fact,were spotted, although not the assless variety, which may or may not have been a good thing.  Overall the turnout was great and I thoroughly look forward to the next “Rally in the Valley”.  And for those of you who are curious, the Banker did not fall off the back.  Thank god.

Probabaly the most unexpected delight of living a scooterfilled lifestyle is the consistant two finger biker wave.  A couple of months ago, I took my first long ride down to Cotsco and the weather was just turning perfect for motorcylces.  The first time I received the wave, I just shook it off and chalked it up to his own confusion.  But then, after several more waves from bikers, I realized they weren’t just checking the wind to see if they should lay up or break out the 3 wood, they were actually acknowledging me as a part of the two wheel community.  I mean, let’s be honest, a scooter really is a bit dorky and I full on expected to be shunned and perhaps even laughed at by those who drive hogs.  But after this unexpected encounter, I immediately knew that this was extremely important and I needed to carefully practice the salute.  Now, each morning and get in front of the bathroom mirror, check to make sure I am fully clothed, because looking directly at my pasty skin has caused no less than 3 people to go blind in my lifetime, and I practice the wave.  Sometime I forget to lock my elbow and my hand starts flaying around like it has a sock puppet on meth on it.  Keeping the elbow locked and the wrist at about 5 o’clock is the correct location.  Then you have to cock your wrist just so, as if not to look too “into it”.  I found myself at first tilting it so excitedly, you would have thought it was like the 7th inning stretch was finishing and the beer guy was passing me without a second glance, dashing my hopes of full on drunkeness (awful, isn’t it?).  The final key is to always use no more than two fingers in the wave.  Unless you want to get doused with Sea Breezes for being a total Sally at the next biker bar you stop at, NEVER use more than two fingers.  Consider yourselves informed.  I know, I know.  You are welcome.

Other than that, you might be interested to know that today is our anniversary.  We are heading to Denver to catch some food, drinks and the Rockies.  I plan on wearing a lovely sundress and have set the over/under of number of time I spill an alcoholic beverage on it at 3.  Why I even try these days is beyond me.

I must say, it is good to be back and thanks for caring.  I will probably let you down again…please understand that. But in the meantime, I will give this a solid effort and for the weekend, I will leave you this.  I really think this is how Michael Jackson would have wanted it:

 

 

 Shamone!

 Author’s Side Note: 

Due to the overwhelming response from my readers (1 person, to be exact), here are the links to the “media” suroounding our little scooter event:

http://www.vaildaily.com/article/20080710/NEWS/255483948/1061/visitors&parentprofile=1068

http://www.vaildaily.com/article/20080723/TOWNTALK/236552238/-1/realestate&parentprofile=

I am just beautiful, aren’t I?