You got a sweet new Never Summer board for $100 and your bro got a complete setup of 2012 model skis for $50. Now you can actually afford those $12 slope-side beers.
The best you’ve had, legally or illegally. And supporting public schools at the same time.
You’ve always thought that Imperial IPAs taste better in garages, surrounded by 20-somethings with beards thicker than your grandfather’s, while playing giant Jenga.
Seriously, you found an alternate route home from work years ago. No better way to tell if someone is a transplant than to watch how they behave on the I-25.
The Rockies are so bad that you rarely even make it to your seat in the Rockpile. Instead, you’ll be on The Rooftop drinking margaritas at the Rio and eating grass-fed beef from Chuburger. Able to say you were at the game last night is worth the inflated cost of food and beverage. Hopefully nobody asks you who won the game.
There are so many ski resorts that it is impossible to pick just one, so your favorite friendly corporate ski conglomerate has taken the decision making out of the equation for you.
This makes it easier to feel confident in your decision to hang out at Kingas Lounge, laughing at mediocre stand up.
Literally, there is no better way to get your mind off that depressing morning meeting. If you actually do yoga, that’s a bonus, but just being seen and doing a little window shopping is good enough.
Cheers to you, Hick — you are the true embodiment of a Colorado politician.
Ok, so technically they started in Boulder, but it feels better to claim Illegal Pete’s than Chipotle, and they have a bar. Serving local beer.
You’ve almost gotten into so many car accidents while driving by because you couldn’t stop staring. Those volleyball parties on Saturdays are out-of-control awesome.
Take that, outsiders flying in.
Even if you don’t like that band all that much, there is nothing better you could be doing with your night.
It may not have the appeal of New York pizza or Chicago pizza, but Beau Jo’s does it right, especially after a long day on the slopes. You’ve always got to have that extra bottle of honey, though, because tackling that crust dry is a difficult task.
Better put the flag back up, because it’s sopapilla time. Blackbart’s cave awaits, just as soon as you finish this terrible plate of enchiladas.
No matter what is going on in your life, it’s time to rally on game day. Our boys need the city to be loud, drunk, and rowdy by kickoff, even if they’re playing on the other side of the country. OMAHA! 