Upon arriving in Boulder the Wildebeest was expecting to spend a quiet evening unwinding from a long and bumpy flight. In fact, he was pretty sure it was going to be awkward as well as boring given that we were crashing at the apartment of Michael's coworker's sister, whom none of us had so much as laid eyes on. Things looked pretty quiet as the posse arrived at said apartment, but we soon found out that this was not to be the case.
It turns out that every Tuesday chez Jessica is "Taco Tuesday", which the posse discovered is something of a misnomer as the actual event is closer to a "Tequila Tuesday" or at least a "Corona Tuesday". In any case, relying on our finely-honed sense of etiquette we decided it would be appropriate not to arrive empty-handed. After having visited the most massive liquor store the Wildebeest has ever seen, the posse had stocked up on some tasty drinkables and was on its way.
Arriving at the scene of the festivities we quickly found ourselves surrounded by friendly and slightly intoxicated Boulderites who responded to everything we said with enthusiastic comments of "that's chill" and "sounds pretty sick". We were slightly taken aback by the latter, particularly since it was usually accompanied by unfamiliar hand gestures that we later speculated were somehow associated with snowboarding. Nevertheless, we were soon assured of the natives' goodwill after they began feeding us large quantities of tacos, nachos, burritos, salsa, and other things Mexican. Although the Wildebeest's two stomachs usually limit his diet to fresh Serengeti grass, he consumed large quantities of everything. The evening was punctuated by Michael's dramatic attempt to air-guitar along with a song, which somehow ended with him falling face-first onto the floor in the middle of a large group of people. The event, unfortunately, unfolded too quickly to be captured on film, and Michael's response was unhelpful when he was asked to repeat it.
However, none of this was enough to satisfy the Boulderites, who soon decided to head downtown to Juanita's to finish off the night. Certain members of the posse began to be affected by the afternoon's purchases and began buying large quantities of beer for anyone who would drink it. Other members, meanwhile, began hiding the same beer in an attempt to keep it away from the long-gone first member. At one point, the Wildebeest thus found himself sitting alone at a table near the door surrounded by five or six glasses of Miller Light. He took the opportunity to contemplate several Deep Questions which had been troubling him, such as "shouldn't people who live in Boulder be called 'Boulders'" and "when is the next Michael Chang movie coming out" (he was referring, of course, to "Michael Chang in Michael Chang IV: Yellow Fever, a Michael Chang production"). His contemplation was soon interrupted, however, when he was mistaken for the bouncer and asked to examine some IDs. Rather liking his new role, he obliged several would-be party-goers until the real bouncer intervened.
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