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I should stick to mountains

I don’t know why but I have been dying to go to Beta for the past two years.  Beta is basically the quintessential night club in Denver.  I mean apparently LeBron James was there a few weeks ago?  You might be thinking to yourself right now that Beta doesn’t really seem like my kind of place. You’re right.  My weekends generally consist of me going to bed early in order to spend time playing in the mountains the next morning.  Going out and clubbing is just not my thing.  I accept and embrace this.

So how did this all happen?  My softball team needed a girl sub on Friday night, and my roommate agreed to play if I would agree to go out to Beta with her afterwards.  Beta?  Finally an excuse to go. No arm twisting needed there, I was sold.

Glow bracelets, ready for action.

My roommate and I met up with some of our friends for some beers at Freshcraft before venturing over to the myth, the legend – BETA.  Figuring out how to enter Beta was somewhat of a challenge.  I swear, there were like five different entrances. And half of our party was on some list and the other half was not which only added to the challenge.  Once we got inside we went to the dance floor on the second story to meet my roommate’s friend.  I think I was undergoing sensory overload at this point.  Don’t be fooled by the kids on Jersey Shore, clubbing is serious business.

Professionals. I would never be able to hang.

This is where the night starts to get weird. My roommate’s friend had a friend that had met some people over in the bottle service section. So we then ended up going over and hanging out in the bottle section area with this older guy and several random people. The older guy introduced himself as “The Hotness” and was wearing a white tie with a white shirt, so you knew he was legitimate. I had no idea who the random people were. It was also unclear to me if any of them knew each other. Many questions went unanswered. Unfortunately it was kind of the lamest bottle service ever. When we got there the bottles were all gone and only mixers remained. Although to be honest I probably could have really gone for some OJ at that point.

Beta wristbands. Probably will not be framed.

After leaving the bottle service area, my roommate and I decided that we had sufficiently experienced Beta.  We never even technically danced while we were there. I know, I would be the worst cast member of The Jersey Shore ever.  To recover from the Beta experience, we headed to a high class bar called The Giggling Grizzly downtown.  I think every single patron at The Giggling Grizzly was wearing a plaid shirt.  Paula was much more at home.

My kind of bar.

We stayed at The Giggling Grizzly until closing time, a very smart move on our part because then we were trying to get a taxi at the same exact time as every single other person in Denver. Luckily I was with the group, and I don’t mess around when it comes to taxis. I eventually ended up sprinting a few blocks ahead to flag a taxi down. It’s all about being aggressive.

The good news is that now I know what Beta experiences entail.  And in the future if I’m not going to bed early on a Friday night and I happen to be going out I’ll happily skip the clubs and head straight to The Giggling Grizzly and plaid shirt land thank you very much.


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New sports = new ways to hurt myself

If you told me a year ago that I would be playing softball, trying out skateboarding and playing in an ultimate frisbee league I would have said you were crazy.  Yet this past weekend, I found myself doing all three of those things, admittedly with varying degrees of success.

I was pretty exhausted from my hike to Sandbeach Lake on Friday, but I got home and immediately had to head to my softball game.  Luckily I’m the catcher and this is a recreational league with my church, so it wasn’t too demanding of a game.  I was at least a contributing member of the team, and I scored one run.  I also learned an important lesson: you don’t have to slide into first base.  Of course I learned this after I slid into first base.  I was safe though, and I think that’s all that matters.

Recovery after hiking and softball.

On Saturday morning my friend Kate rolled up to my house to find my roommate and me skateboarding around our block.  I came home a few weeks ago to some skateboards in our entry way.  I assumed they were Cayce’s.  As it turned out, the skateboards were Gracie’s.  I’m sorry that I have the world’s coolest roommate who owns skateboards.  Anyway, I wasn’t completely terrible at skateboarding.  It was so fun too!  Gracie and I are hoping to get way better at skateboarding.  Later that evening I took my first big fall in the alley, but I still got back on the board.  It was a bad fall though.  I ended up with a piece of gravel in my arm and it did hurt.  Perhaps this is why my mom kept me away from sports involving balance and coordination.

Morning session.

Evening session.

As if my weekend wasn’t already full enough with softball and skateboarding (oh yeah and hiking), I had my first double header in the spring Mile High Ultimate Frisbee League on Sunday.  I previously played in the winter league and spent most of the games running around and trying to stay out of the way.  Maybe it’s because I now own a pair of cleats or maybe I just really improved in winter league but during our Sunday games I finally felt like I had a much better idea what I was doing.  I could see the cuts and get open for passes.

Love my cleats.

I’m no longer the newbie anymore, and our team has some people who have never played ultimate before.  However this isn’t actually a bad thing.  Everyone is super motivated to improve, and we even met early to run some passing drills before our games.  Plus our record is a solid 3-1 so far. I’m already signed up for Denver Summer Ultimate League too, and I really can’t wait.  I am starting to love ultimate.  And skateboarding and softball are a close second and third.

Don’t be afraid to try new sports.  You win some, you lose some, you fall down some – but you might end up finding something you really enjoy!

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