Sadie Hawkins Year

Since it's not a Leap Year, I'm still required to propose marriage to any girls if it should arise, because, as everyone knows, the girl proposes if it's a Leap Year. Kind of a whole Sadie Hawkins year.

Little Jimmy Rolle is helping the gala grand opening festivities by offering up his flagship phrase as an mp3 file. Take a couple listens to this gem, and try and tell me you aren't snorting Sprite out your nose afterward.

I got big plans for the weekend! Tomorrow I'm off to see NoMeansNo at the Bluebird Theatre on Denver's scenic East Colfax Avenue. I pretty much got their new album memorized, so it'll be primarily a visual exercise. The drummer utilizes a jazz grip, which is always fun to watch. He just might be my favorite drummer at the present.

On Saturday, there's gonna be a chicken-fried steak roundtable featuring myself, Ricky Stoddart, and Scott "Scout" Moore, three Missoulians who've coincidentally landed themselves in Denver this year. Of these three dudes, I am the only one who did not undergo surgery last week.