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he carries a martini
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Wendy's on the windowsill
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making bathtub gin:

the joker
31, Pisces
Denver, CO

Windowsill Wendy
is enjoying:

Banquet Beer.

Wilco: Sky Blue Sky

Cassis Rose = Yum

windowsill wendy
29, Capricorn
Denver, CO

"Music is a spiritual expression of what's in your heart. Music as a way of getting rich is a pretty new thing, and I often wonder if the mega-bucks glitzy atmosphere is making the quality of music suffer. You have to work really hard to get around that and remember why you're in it in the first place: because you have to be. It's like an addiction. You can't go a day without picking up your guitar. To me, the only commercial goals that are really valid are, 'Boy, I wish I didn't have to go to work. I wish I could do this all the time."
-Trey Anastasio

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-Jon Fishman

Monday, September 10, 2007


posted 8:52 PM by Windowsill Wendy

Work, work, work...

My busy season is upon me. We hosted our first fundraising walk of the fall on Saturday. One down, four to go, and on September 30th, I'm getting drunk. Stupid drunk. Maybe even whiskey drunk.

The walk was absolutely beautiful. There's just something about a college campus in the fall, framed by the Flatirons, that can't quite be captured anywhere else. I'm bruised and sore from the physical labor of it all, but it was definitely worth it. Our participants had a wonderful evening, and we raised a shit ton of money for cancer research and patient care.

Fall seems to have fallen...

We had a bit of a cold snap over the weekend. It will warm back up in the next couple of days, but right now it feels like football. Makes me want to cook up a batch of chili over the weekend. I wore a sweater and boots today, and I could've used a jacket. I forgot how much I love the fall - and ski season is right around the corner.


I saw Wilco at the Fillmore over Labor Day weekend with the Joker and a whole group of other friends. In the Joker's words, "I think my face melted off." What an amazing show. I've loved this band for years, but this was the first chance I've had to see them live. Well worth the $8 beers at the venue, let me tell you. I love me some Tweedy.

Once my Walk season wraps, I'm off to Orlando for a training, and then it's my long-awaited trip to Mexico. Ixtapa, to be exact. Land of Coronas and cabana boys. I'll be spending a full seven days sprawled out on the beach drinking fruity concoctions with umbrellas. It can't get here soon enough. Beats the hell out of being trapped inside by three feet of snow. I'm thinking of throwing a weekend in New York or Vegas somewhere in the fall as well. We'll see how it all plays out.

That's pretty much all I've got in terms of an update. I'm still waiting for the Joker to tell us all about getting kicked out of Red Rocks and the three days of STS9 last week...


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