The birthday post.

Here's a recap of my weekend:

Friday: Golfing at Cherokee Ridge's par-3 course. Had a couple pars, shot 39 (it was my first time out this year, lay off). That is a rinky-dink course though. It boasted holes of 88 and 92 yards. Monsters. Went out to Saltgrass Steak House for dinner. Had the 12-ounce prime rib, steak fries, and chicken tortilla soup. The soup didn't hold a candle to Marcia's recipe, but the steak was pretty good. Bumped into Kate and Thom there. They're our "bumping into in restaurants" buddies.

Saturday: Breakfast at IHOP, eggs benedict which were wonderful. Marcia kept pointing out every cute little kid in the restaurant. I think my parents will start to suspect things. Visited Golden. If you enjoy photography or biking, that's your town. Headed up Lookout Mountain to see the Buffalo Bill museum and gravesite. Managed not to run down any bicyclists on the way up, there were at least 50. Went to Blackhawk and Central City looking for gold mine tours, settled for a casino buffet instead (I think it was the Isle of Capri). Got back to Colorado Springs and schooled my parents in 500, 3 games to 2.

Sunday: Danny Oertli led worship at church. That guy's everywhere. Hardest working man in Front Range Evangelical show business? Brunch at the Broadmoor, my first 5-star dining experience ever. Felt extra-compelled to cram as much down my gullet as possible. It was all very very delicious. Weirdly, a girl from Marcia's Bible study was our waitress. Watched "Stranger Than Fiction" (birthday present, LOVE that movie), went to Bear Creek dog park. Marcia made an apple pie from scratch. I love that woman. Bless her soul. More 500, won again 3 games to 2.

I ate so much. I'm still full. Help.

Tidings for the weekend.

First: Mega huge birthday propers to Jan! It really is too bad you have to share your birthday with Hitler and Columbine. It would be sooooo much better if you were a pothead, today being 4/20 and all. Strike up some Sublime for me.

Second: I ran 1.5 miles last night. It was sweet. Mental toughness, that's what it's all about. The ability to tell your body to keep going when it feels like you have nothing left in the tank. So my distances for the first three runs of the year (go ahead, have a chuckle) are .87, 1.12, and 1.50. I like this direction. Pretty soon I'll be jogging so many miles I'll need nipple tape.

Third:
Take that, liberal conspiracy! We're on to you!

Fourth: The parentals are in town for the weekend. I'm really actually pretty excited. If anyone knows something fun to do in the central Colorado area, I'm all ears. I'm getting my first golfing of the year in this afternoon. It's been so long, I'm just trying not to get beat by my parents. It's their first time on a course ever. I better be freaking amazing. Wish me horrible luck.