Winter Lovin'

Blizzard, blizzard, blizzard!! Yeah that’s right it’s a friggin’ blizzard here. I went skiing on Thursday because it snowed at least two feet the night before. It was quite an ordeal.

Wednesday night I barely got home, the snow was so bad I had to just leave my car on the street and walk to my place. Thursday morning I woke up and dug out my car and started cruisin’ the major streets that had already been plowed.

On my little snow drive I decided to pick up someone special to me, Cheryl. She is the beautiful woman I met in the last post on here. We had met on the night before Thanksgiving in our hometown. Fortunately we both attend CU.

After we did some smoochie, smoochie, I suggest we go for a little ride in the vehicle. Cheryl is all about it and we start up Canyon Boulevard. The roads aren’t bad here (well not so bad that you can’t drive on them) and I continue until we are in Nederland.

When you are in Nederland, and it’s snowing, you’ve got to check out the ski resort. So we cruised up to Eldora and it looked gorgeous. I went to my locker, threw on my gear and was ready to hit the slopes.

Cheryl had never tried boarding so I got her an all inclusive package that included a half-day lesson with all the equipment. She loved it and when I met her after the lesson she was already flying down blue runs. I think my girlfriend could have a little immortal in her. Even this god didn’t try many blues until his second day.

All in all it was a day to die for and a rare sight to see and especially ski. I drove Cheryl back to her place and met up with the boys for a night cap.

Peace!! -D-Nys

New Year's Bash Anxiety

Hey friends, Hera here. New Year’s Eve is one of those so-called “holidays” that I can’t help but LOVE … to hate. Then love again. Let me explain. First off, I’m still getting used to having the “new year” fall on the same date every year and not according to the stars like we did it when I was a little girl in Ancient Greece.

Anyway. New Year’s Eve always happens the same way.

Step One. Everyone gets super excited about a month in advance. They make lavish plans for the latest hot-spot, buy sparkly little dresses and plan their midnight’s kiss.

Step Two. Tickets to said “latest hot-spot” are either sold out or $120. Any other ideas?

Step Three. The New Year’s Eve group (which getting smaller and smaller as the weeks go on) settles for a cheaper, less ritzy place to celebrate, and is still, somehow, pretty excited about it.

Step Four. The night (finally) actually rolls around and guess what. It’s either snowing, raining, sleeting or a combination of the three. Do we still want to wear our sparkly little dresses? After much pouting we decide, sure we do! Duh … it’s New Year’s Eve!!! Who cares if it’s -30 degrees outside?

Step Five. After pouring 8 people into a cab and arriving at the celebration destination, you all stand around lookin’ pretty and waiting 50 minutes to get a drink with your all-inclusive wristband. Maybe this wasn’t worth all the hype and dressing up, after all … it’s pretty much like any other night.

Step Six. The crowd is screaming a midnight countdown, champagne is bubbling and all of a sudden, Zeus comes barreling out of the crowd (hey, where has he been all night?) puts his arms around me and gives me the first kiss of the New Year. Sigh. So this is why we go through all the trouble.

That’s why I have to remind myself, when New Year’s Eve is feeling very overrated, that it will all be worth it in the end. After all, it’s the ONLY night of the year that Zeus feels he can be affectionate in public – I’m not going to pass that up! Party like it’s 2007!

Be safe, everyone.

Not doing anything for the new year?

I will tell you, after two thousand years of New Years, the scene starts to get a bit old. I have done the Vegas, Rome, Greece (both of these last two are pretty obvious), New York, Rio, Omaha (our car broke down), Paris, Amsterdam, Shanghai etc. thing. What I guess I am trying to say is it is time for a change. This year I am staying home!!!!! I am soooo sick of those cheesy noise makers, hats, and the always-annoying, not-drunk-but- just-enjoying-himself-too-much guy. (Between you and me, the super cheesy guy is usually Dionysus … it is his time of year and everything) It is probably better that I stay home for my mental health anyway. Every year I go out, Hera is all concerned with who is going to be there. What other gods and all (Us Pagans know how to do it right you know). Inevitably it hurts more than not because she has to get a new dress which costs money (the coffers aren’t as full as they used to be) and she always gets upset when I disappear with my friends. What is the big deal if you want to celebrate the New Year in every time zone on Earth? Anyway, sorry Hera, I am just staying home this year. Go out and have fun without me. No worries.

(Dionysus you reading this) Ok, I think I fooled Hera. She doesn’t have a clue. Let’s meet in Tokyo first at 11pm next to the Hot Soup stand where you did that samurai impression then we can do the party/time zone hopping thing. I love this time of year!!!!!!!!

'Tis the Season!

Hi, friends! Hera here! Well, it’s that time of year again. Christmas trees are decorated, cheeks are rosy and snow is glistening on the ground. Spirits are up, bells are ringing and fires are crackling. My nose is running, my head is aching and my lungs feel like they’re full of eggnog. That’s right; ‘tis the season to be sick.

It’s so frustrating that I can’t ever get sick, say, at the end of February, when there’s nothing else going on. The weather is still cold and gloomy, but everything fun is over. Christmas, New Year’s and (my personal favorite) Valentine’s Day have come and gone. By this time, being sick feels like a chance to curl up under a blanket and complain – but you don’t really mind cozying up, watching TV and sleeping all day, because you aren’t missing out on anything else.

Last Wednesday, however, when I woke up with clammy hands, cold sweat dripping down my forehead and the bedroom swimming in front of my eyes, I panicked. My immune system must realize that this is the WORST POSSIBLE TIME to shut down, right? Apparently not. Apparently, my immune system doesn’t give a single roasted chestnut about my plans for the next month.

I didn’t want to take my much-anticipated ski trip while doped up on Triaminic. I don’t want to sleep through my finals next week. I don’t want to Christmas shop and feel like I’m going to keel over from the hustle and bustle. I don’t want to go to my sorority formal with a red, raw Rudolph nose and bags under my eyes. I don’t want to hold back on Christmas brunch because there’s a snowball fight in my tummy.

But all these things will probably happen, just like they have before, because this time of year gives absolutely no room for rest or recuperation. You just have to battle through, faking the holiday jollies, because you don’t want to miss out on any of the seasonal activities. This, come to think of it, is probably why we stay sick…

Oh well! A headache and 102 degree fever can’t stop me from shakin’ my jingle bells all December! However, please don’t take my attitude as advice. I’m immortal, after all. What’s the worst that could happen?

Thanksgiving Joy!!

Hey everyone, I hope the holidays were as good for you as they were for me. I went home and the night before Thanksgiving a bunch of high school buddies wanted to show up at this club in town. I’m thinking “sounds like a good idea.” So we pile into my friend’s tiny car and get there around eight, which is early for any city. We fill the goblets and then head to a table that is close to the dance floor and the band.

Around ten o’clock, the place is PACKED!! You couldn’t find an inch of tile on the dance floor, and yes, all kinds of hotties. Now normally, I would start a repetitive pattern of getting to know someone, and if one of us isn’t interested just go on and meet another lady. But tonight, my friends, tonight is different.

As soon as she walked in the door I couldn’t help but notice. Her hair was like a flag to the ship of Dionysus. It caught my eye and I kept steering her direction. While she was waiting for her beverage I noticed she was tall - nice! She and her friends hopped right on the dance floor and my friends and I sat in shock at our table. Each one of my buddies was placing a swift elbow into the ribs of the guy next to him.

After a short display that must rival monkeys in a jungle, I rose from my position. Every eye at the table was upon me. I looked over at the bar, then the dance floor, and then I realized, I have to use the restroom. I walk in and the entire time my focus is upon what is my ice-breaker. What one line will I use to get her interested enough to hang out for a bit?

I finish drying my hands and hit the doorway. I turn the corner and SLAM! I knock her over as she is headed for the ladies room. I can feel my face turn beet red, and at the same time my throat starts closing. I’m staring at her beautiful face but it’s four feet below me. Grasping for words, all I can do is lend her my hand. She accepts and hops up on her feet.

“Thanks.” she says.

“Sorry about that.” I reply.

“It was my fault.” She looks away.

“Definitely my fault, meet me at the bar in 5 minutes and the next drink is on me.” I did it!! I spoke!!

I head straight to the bar and grab a seat. My buddies haven’t noticed since they are fixated on the dance floor. She stops by and I order our goblets filled. I turn around in time to notice another round of elbows at the table with my friends. We introduce ourselves and head straight to the dance floor. My moves were effortless yet calculated. Her everything was everything.

The entire night passed and we had barely made small talk. My friends were ready to go and hers were already in the car. She frantically scribbles her number on the back of my hand and then hops in as her ride is departing. Glancing down I notice the number on my hand is a 970 area code. Could this be? I’ve met a Colorado girl!!

To be continued…..

The semester is almost over

Yes, Yes, Yes. The semester is almost over and then I have a month of gelling (FYI, not the gelling seen most frequently on those really dumb shoe thingy commercial). This last month has been hell on me (damn you,, Hades). After finishing up midterms by the skin of my teeth I was assigned paper after paper after paper. I felt like I was in the ring with Mike Tyson and not during the good years when he would knock people out in 60 seconds or less, but in the bad years when he became cannibal. (On a side note, I am still not sure what was up with that.)

Anyway, back to my jelling. I am planning to go back to Greece for the holidays and just kick back watch some TV, play some WOW and think about nothing. Well, that is what I was thinking until Hera started talking about all the museums we should see while we are back home, and we really should go see her family for a day or two… oh, and did I mention there is going to be a really big sale where we can pick you out some really nice clothes? To make a long story short, I don’t think I am really going to get that much Zeus-time. You would think a Greek God’s life would be pretty easy - smiting this guy, hanging out with that girl, giving your mortal-born son unachievable quests to accomplish … Nope. What it ends up being is museums, sales and families for the holidays, just like everyone else.

gold, silver, paper... and Playstation??

So, my 4-year anniversary with Zeus was on Saturday. As proud as I am of the love that we’ve built (and torn down, and built again, and torn back down, and re-built… you get the idea), anniversaries still freak me out. For guys, it’s easy (at least it SHOULD be). Get us some flowers and a sappy card, some jewelry if it’s been awhile, and take us to dinner. Piece of cake!

But for us girls, it’s so much more difficult! You have to draw the fine line between something sentimental, something cool and something functional. We can’t get them, like… cufflinks or anything. Boring. And a scrapbook of the relationship can work if it’s done tastefully and only once. You know all they want are video games and stuff… fine for birthdays, but shouldn’t an anniversary have at least a touch of class? So I tend to compromise.

This year, I got Zeus a monogrammed silver money clip (cool, usable, but still slightly sentimental) and Seasons 1 & 2 of The Office. Hey, I’ve gotta keep up my super-goddess reputation somehow, right? Just giving the boy what he wants! And what did he get me? The most gorgeous bouquet of flowers I have EVER seen. Maybe a cop-out, but you can never go wrong with flowers!

And don’t forget…we are immortal…and so are our plants- these babies are never going to wilt!

Road Trip

Hey All. This last week I went on a trip to the Midwest visiting such renowned areas as Kansas City, KS and MO, Saint Louis, MO, Indianapolis, IN, Columbus, OH, and Oxford, OH. Now you might be asking, why Zeus would you visit such end destination points in the United States all at once? Well to be honest. Hera was driving me crazy (LOL, JK baby). Really, I love the Midwest during the fall. There is nothing like the array of fall colors on the trees, the changing of the season, and oh… did I mention the Colts vs. Redskins game. AAAAHHHHHH you actually thought I was sensitive for a second. Anyway, the game was great!!!!! I love it any time the Redskins lose, especially when it is to the Colts - who are having a great season this year BTW.

A few days before the game, I cruised down to Oxford, OH just to check it out and it was really cool. Basically, it is a college town of 17,000 students and 20,000 locals. Oh, and the college is over 150 years old. The thing I liked the most were the signs on all of students’ houses. The Majority of the students put large signs on their houses effectively naming their houses. Some of the names were Wine Down, Absolute Angles (LOL, get it absolute), Slow Idaho, and a ton of more vulgar ones which I will fail to mention in this blog. Anyway, this signs serve as landmarks instead of going to Mike’s house you would go to the T.C.P. house and thus navigate based on the signs. Apparently, the largest political concern that the town is currently facing is the amount of Drinking Games being played in the front yards of these houses. What a world where your biggest concern is a few drinking games and students stumbling home.