First of all, I’d like to apologize to all the loyal Gees who have been waiting so long for a post. I’ve been far busier than normal recently, as is shown by my ridiculous laundry pile. But I’ve got clean boxers and that’s all that really matters, am I right or am I right? Onto the news.

My hetero life-mate Dan came to Colorado for a weekend! Yes, the same Dan that I’ve known since the day I was born on a beautiful Earth Day (and Easter Sunday), the same Dan with whom I have set up lemonade stands on highways three separate times (and been accosted by state police all three times), pranked countless people with the most cliche trick ever, sold snowballs at a yard sale that didn’t exist, the list goes on.

Dan’s buddy Yaeger was getting married in Breckenridge on Friday, so he arrived on Wednesday night and I took Thursday off work. Did Dan have nice clothes for the wedding? Of course not, this is Dan we’re talking about. We went to three thrift stores where I got a sick green striped tie and an insanely gangster Russian-mafia fake-fur-lined jacket for a total of seven dollars. Dan found a very snappy gray suit that got him several compliments at the wedding ceremony. 26 dollars to look that sharp? Nice work, my main man.

Saturday, Dan drove back from Breckenridge (I let him borrow my car, what a guy I am) and we went to the Cherry Cricket for lunch. My favorite burger and fries to date… I’m hoping to find a place to beat it (Kroll’s in Chicago with Colin, Dave and Alex has moved into the top 3) when I move to LA. Saturday night, I was doing a show opening for Adrian Mesa in Castle Rock, and I got Dan on as one of the openers! He had never been on stage before, but I told the host that he was a seasoned vet. I was confident that he wouldn’t let me down, and he absolutely did not. He wasn’t even the first opener – another comic opened for Dan. His first time ever! It was great, he was very funny, just like I knew he would be.

So what could make the weekend better? Buying a puppy, of course! Now don’t get too excited, I didn’t buy a puppy… Dan and I went out with his Denver friend Katie to several puppy rescue/shelter/ranch type places, and we found her an incredibly cute and playful black lab/golden retriever mix. Katie named her Abbey, and after the three of us (Katie, the still-unnamed pup, and I) took Dan to the airport, I went back to Katie’s place with her and schooled her all about having a dog; how and went to feed it, when and how to introduce toys, potty training, how to discipline, everything. It was great! What a sweet little pup she is. Abbey, not Katie… Katie’s a dork. Just like Ashley Murray of Atlanta, Georgia.

Last weekend, I had the pleasure of flying home to Chicago to see my family. It had been several months since I had seen them, and we like to be together at least 3-4 times a year. We all saw Ratatouille which I can’t give a high enough rating. It is not a stupid silly kid movie. Go see it. Brilliant filmmaking.

I also got to hang out with my tallest and most angry friend (I have friends who are taller but are not as angry), Colin. We stayed up until 4:30 in the morning having an epic conversation about wild animals, innovations in video games, dreamy girls, lots of things. Epic guy talk… loved every minute. And he even saved my orange cream soda in the fridge from last time I was at his place! What a guy! I also purposely creeped out a girl in the elevator of his building. Hilarious.

I’m slowly working on completely revamping the photo gallery section of g27… it’s going to be waaay cooler. Cooler than a chilled penguin. For realsies. Sit tight.