BYOW

Out with the girls for a bachelorette party on Saturday night, I spied a little sign posted near a scantily clad "bartender" serving beer out of a giant tub at Coyote Ugly. It read:

We do not serve women here.
You have to bring your own.

That little message says it all.

Another quite scary sight (this time at Nerve-ana, the new '90s room at Polly Esther's): Two intoxicated twenty-something girls singing and dancing -- word for word and step for step -- to N'Sync's Bye, Bye, Bye.

Tender moments

While I was driving to yoga class today, I saw a tender moment shared by a couple. It happened near 22nd and Broadway, and a woman with a bandana holding back her jet black hair was inching closer to a man toting a stuffed backpack. He slowly took a few steps backward. It was a moment frozen in time and something so intimate I was awestruck to see it play out on the city streets, with lunchtime traffic sweeping by.

And oddly enough, it reminded me of a scene from Grease, with Olivia Newton John daring to press against John Travolta. "I got chills..."

Fit for a king

When C. and I did a menu tasting today for our fast-approaching wedding reception, we were presented with three choices of a salad (with three yummy dressings) and four entree selections. There were linen selections, vegetable selections, bread basket displays. And in the privacy of our own small banquet room, we were tended to by a personal server and were waited on hand and foot. I got to thinking, "Every meal should be like this!"

Next up ... the wedding cake. Help me choose: No. 1, No. 2 or No. 3. Post your coveted selection.

Quiz time

Grow up in the '80s? Have time to kill? Wanna see if you can beat my score?

Countdown...

...to Tucson (for a little vacation I fear C. and I desperately need!)

12 days

Sights, sounds

Heard and seen this weekend around Denver:

Champ Cars zooming around the Pepsi Center during the Grand Prix of Denver. I couldn't get enough of their distinct sound as they cut corners near the campus where I went to college. Spectators sans tickets lined Speer Boulevard to catch a peek of the temporary course.

At the Rockies-Phillies game Saturday, people saying how the fine, misty rain looked a lot like it could turn into snow any minute. (And it's August!) Just after that, people in front of me returned to their seats with ice cream. Hmmm... Fans were also heard saying how they can't believe how bad the Rockies stink.

At the Cherry Creek mall, weekend shoppers - many of whom were teenagers - pretending to do some window shopping. But then I remembered reading something like 85 percent of people who go to a mall to do just that end up buying something, anyway. Suckers.

I wonder as I wander

As it has so many times before, a certain thought popped into my head while I was riding in someone's vehicle last week.

Drivers: Some are cautious, some are not. Some focus on the road, some focus on themselves. Then I realized it applies to people on foot - and just about anywhere you go.

Consider: The I'm-in-a-hurry shopper cutting a path through the congested mall on a Sunday. Then the one you can't seem to get around because they're ambling along too slowly. Coworkers so determined to get where they are going sometimes they forget to stop and say hi. Other colleagues who take a leisurely approach and still do a magnificent job. People waiting at the bus stop. People running for the bus stop. The woman waiting patiently in the nail salon for her appointment. The one that rushes in and demands to know the wait time for a walk-in. You see them at the airport, the grocery store, at baseball games.

Which one are you?