“Let’s pick a date,” wrote Tori. “For when we can all do drunk painting.”

It’s been a while since my right hand wielded a paintbrush while the rest of me was getting buzzed—at least if you discount the holiday party where I counted the yellow half-inch half-moon and bicycling stick figure as my contributions to a communal piece of artwork. In fact, the last time I tried to create a painting worthy of being hung up in hallway corner was six years ago when I somehow got Lisa to paint a tree for me. She refused to sign it, but visitors have commented that it was “pretty good.”

But then Lisa, Tori, Raquel and I all purchased Living Social vouchers for a new art place in nearby Windsor called Picasso and Wine. For $17, we’d have two hours to imitate the the shop’s daily featured painting, with an 18″ X 24″ canvas, acrylic paints, and glass of wine included. Oh, and most importantly for us art challenged, an instructor. Continue reading »

The five or six avid readers of my website may have noticed that going to felixwong.com in the last 24 hours brought up an error message of “ACCOUNT SUSPENDED!” This was not a Wikipedia-like protest of SOPA nor was it because I was up to some devious Internet mischief a la Julian Assange. Continue reading »

“Maybe I can get another one,” said Kelly. What? A ribbon.

Yes, it was Tortoise & Hare time, the Sunday of the month where we got to play chickens and foxes. Or cats and dogs. Whatever your preferred creature, the chase was on. Continue reading »

The weather had been so bright and temperate lately that we didn’t interpret the “chance of snow” warnings as “blizzard.” We also weren’t expecting slick and dense layers of snow and ice on the trails at Lory State Park. No matter; Lisa came up from Colorado Springs for the weekend, so the least I could do was come out to hang out with her, Tori, and Tori’s dog Sadiq. Continue reading »

I enjoy doing athletic events on holidays so it is a little peculiar that the only race I’ve ever done for New Year’s was a five-kilometer run in San Diego seven whole years ago. And that one was on New Year’s Eve—not New Year’s Day—which had the advantage of not having to run after a night of counting down the new year and getting sloshed.

But Runners Roost’s New Year’s Day 5k was being held at ten o’clock in the morning—plenty of time to wake up, yes?—and the weather was supposed to be nice and sunny. The entry fee was a reasonable $15 and Kelly was interested in doing the race too. Hence, we entered on the premise that this was both a fun and healthy way to begin 2012. Continue reading »

I’ll admit it: I was disappointed when I realized there was no Elvis impersonator scheduled for this year’s First Night Fort Collins—even if the one who last graced Fort Collins with his “King”-like presence was about as convincing as a man with stick-on sideburns and kung-fu-like flailing arm movements possibly could be.

But I was wrong. Happily, there was an Elvis after all. Never mind that he was clearly lipsynching and was so short that he could barely reach the microphone. And he didn’t bother with the stick-on sideburns. In fact, the imposter was a pig. Continue reading »