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Denver Area COVID-19 Resources and News Megapost II - More Information in /r/CoronavirusColorado
This post serves both as a renewal of the previous post "Denver Area COVID-19 Resources and News" and an update of some guidelines as to where to read and post content related to C-19 as the virus continues to spread through Denver. As moderators during this crisis, our paramount goal is provide the less important topical posts and discussions. In order to achieve this goal, we will encourage the majority of posts regarding covid-19 to be posted in /CoronavirusColorado, and important announcements to be posted here. Further I would like to encourage everyone to subscribe to both subs and recommend using the a multireddit to view both, if you wish. Colorado/Denver COVID-19 Multireddit
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Most Important Advice to Prevent the Spread of Covid-19:
Wash your hands frequently, for 20 second (about the time it takes to sing "Happy Birthday" from start to finish) washing all parts including between fingers. Hand sanitizers may be used as a substitute, but hand washing is preferable. Moisturizing soap will help prevent over-drying your hands.
Avoid gatherings of people, especially large ones and try to maintain a social distance of 6-feet from other people. Avoid shaking hands
Avoid Touching your face, eyes, and mouth especially with unwashed hands. If you cough, use your elbow rather than your hands.
Sanitize doorknobs, counters, sink faucets and other frequently touched surfaces. First clean, then you can use disinfectant wipes, diluted bleach , full strength hydrogen peroxide, or a disinfectant spray to kill any virii that may be on the surface.
Don't hoard needed items; don't be a stupid, selfish asshole.
Denver Area COVID-19 Resources and News Megapost III - More Information in /r/CoronavirusColorado
This post serves both as a renewal of the previous post "Denver Area COVID-19 Resources and News Megapost II - More Information in /CoronavirusColorado" and an update of some guidelines as to where to read and post content related to C-19 as the virus continues to spread through Denver. As moderators during this crisis, our paramount goal is provide access to important topical posts and discussions. In order to achieve this goal, we will encourage the majority of posts regarding covid-19 to be posted in /CoronavirusColorado, and important announcements to be posted here. Furthermore, we would like to encourage everyone to subscribe to both subs and recommend using a multireddit to view both, if you wish to view both simultaneously. Colorado/Denver COVID-19 Multireddit
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Most Important Advice to Prevent the Spread of Covid-19:
Wash your hands frequently, for 20 second (about the time it takes to sing "Happy Birthday" from start to finish) washing all parts including between fingers. Hand sanitizers may be used as a substitute, but hand washing is preferable. Moisturizing soap will help prevent over-drying your hands.
Stay home unless it is important to leave. Avoid gatherings of people, especially large ones and try to maintain a social distance of 6-feet from other people. Avoid shaking hands
Avoid Touching your face, eyes, and mouth especially with unwashed hands. If you cough, use your elbow rather than your hands.
Sanitize doorknobs, counters, sink faucets and other frequently touched surfaces. First clean, then you can use disinfectant wipes, diluted bleach , full strength hydrogen peroxide, or a disinfectant spray to kill any virii that may be on the surface.
Don't hoard needed items; don't be a stupid, selfish asshole.
Hi everyone, I posted a few weeks back about starting to write a series about my adventures on the road - to inspire! I just finished the first section of my first story. This part takes place from 1 sunset to the next - adventures of 1 day on the road. This is part of a longer segment about a road trip to Coachella.... I hope you enjoy: ps. any feedback greatly appreciated It’s 4:45pm on a cold April evening in Boston, I’m counting the minutes and seconds 'till I can dart out of my office and head to the airport. I have my carry on bag and backpack with me at my desk, and my mind is far from work. My father, who happened to be in the city for meetings, is waiting outside to take me to the airport. The clock strikes 5 and I am gone before the big hand ticks again. I smoke a quick spliff on the sidewalk around the corner and then hop in my father’s car - I’m officially on vacation. He drops me off, we say our goodbyes, and I arrive at the airport with enough time to have 2 beers before my flight. As I sit in my window seat waiting for takeoff, I slowly watch the sunset over the Boston skyline, only imagining what the next couple of sun sets will look like from the west. I couldn’t imagine everything I would see before the next time the sun set. The plane took off at 8pm. I’m usually the type of person to stare out the window for the entire plane ride, so much so that I usually leave the plane with a sore neck - but for this flight I knew I should sleep so I could be energized for what lay ahead. I managed to sleep for about 2 hours on the plane. I woke up to the captain calling for the final descent into Denver. We touched down in Denver in the midst of a late spring snow storm, 10:30pm local time. Syd was already at the Terminal West pickup zone waiting for me with his bags packed. We make a couple of quick stops to prep for the road (munchies and what-not) and off we went - headed West. The clock strikes Midnight as we get on the highway - it’s now officially 4/20 in Colorado, I’m overwhelmed with joy, excitement, and weed smoke. Syd took the initiative and picked up an ounce for our trip - each gram was in its own bag which was odd at the time but came in handy later on in the trip. Just a few hours ago, I was in my cubicle - now I’m in Denver on 4/20, every adolescents dream. This was just the very beginning. Exiting Denver heading West, I started to notice the drastic change in landscape. Denver sits at the very edge of the plains that spread across middle America from Pennsylvania to literally Denver. East of Denver is plains, farmland, and corn for 1,500 miles. Each farm and cornfield a spitting image of the previous one. West of Denver is the most beautiful, drastic, diverse scenery all the way to the Pacific Ocean. You have what seems like unlimited options to choose from once passing through the rockies - head southwest for desert, head norwest for ancient forests and god’s country, head directly west for a mix of both and everything in between. This trip we were going southwest. We zoomed into the rockies with snow getting heavier by the minute. I started to get nervous but remembered how I was here back in February with the same road conditions and the same fright. I then remembered how well Syd could handle these roads, so I chilled out. We passed by Loveland, Arapahoe Basin, and Keystone ski resorts, and I started to reflect about my 2 weeks of snowboarding here only 2 months prior in February. I thought about how I would love to snowboard here again one day. Little did I know, I would be working for Keystone the following Winter (more on that later). With Keystone in our rear view, we quickly approached Breckenridge, then Copper, then Vail, and then Beaver Creek. Coming from the East Coast it was hard to believe that all of these world class resorts were all within 45 minutes of each other. You can drive 10 minutes in any direction in Summit County, Colorado and arrive at a world class resort. Once we passed Beaver Creek the snow started to subside and you could see dirt and grass start to be evermore present. A relief from the harsh storm. I was now more relaxed and slept for an hour or 2. I woke up to see an array of lights in the near distance, a massive city- like region as far as the eyes could see. We were approaching Grand Junction, CO, a city declared in the late 1800s as a “grand” junction of the mighty Colorado River and it’s largest tributary, the Gunnison River. Grand Junction is Colorado’s wine country and the closest civilization to Grand Mesa, the world's largest flat-topped mountain which covers hundreds of miles. I was in awe as it seemed to go on forever. We passed through Grand Junction and immediately crossed over into Utah around 4AM, and I took the wheel. One thing that strikes me about these Western states is you can actually see and feel yourself crossing into another state without there being any formal notice or signs. The way the land drastically changes is amazing. As soon as we entered Utah everything around us started getting more colorful. The brown dirt changed to red clay, the tan grass of Western Colorado quickly changed to green cactuses (or cacti?). The snowy mountains changed to rainbow-colored hills and otherworldly rock formations. I felt like I had just left planet earth and landed on Mars. “This is the coolest place ever” I said to Syd. I continued on in admiration for about an hour, then I could see the very first sign of the sun rising in my rearview mirror. What I thought was beautiful before instantly appeared way more spectacular. I was in awe, trying to soak everything there was to see. I’m lucky that I didn’t drift off the road during these gazes, but luckily the Utah highway was straight and flat, with no other cars at this hour. Each and every minute grew more beautiful as the sun rose higher and higher in my mirrors. It seemed as if the sun was chasing us from the east as we bolted west at a steady 80mph. Once the sun was about halfway up the horizon behind us everything started to brighten up from the darkness of the night. I pulled over at a rest stop to climb a hill and watch the sunrise over the utah desert. I found a boulder at the top of the hill perched over a valley, and watched the sun slowly illuminate hundreds of miles of desert. I will never forget it. Now that it was bright as day, I hopped back into the driver’s seat and continued on. Syd woke up from a snooze; I tried to describe what I had just witnessed but no words could do justice. From there on, I pulled over at every scenic viewpoint that we came across, which seemed like every 10 minutes. They each got better and better the further into Utah we ventured. Sand Bench, Ivie Creek, Devil’s Canyon, Ghost Rock, Spotted Wolf, San Rafael Reef, Black Dragon Canyon, and Crescent Junction to name a few. We probably lost an hour off of our ETA for these stops, but to me they were priceless, and I didn’t care the least. By this time it was around 8am and the temperature had now reached a comfortable 70 degrees. From here the windows would be down for the rest of the trip. After about 8 hours of cruising I-70 from the snowy Rocky Mountains through the Utah desert, we passed through Fishlake National Forest in Salina, UT and pulled onto interstate 15 to start heading South. The desert had now transformed into an oasis with green grasses growing, wildflowers budding, trees waving in the gentle wind, and chirping birds greeting the morning. It was like entering a whole different environment yet there was still snow capped mountains in the near distance. I could smell the beautiful scent of the valley and everything it had to offer. I thought to myself how bad the streets of Boston stunk where my office was located, and how amazing this often overlooked section of the country had been so far. Syd was well rested at this point so we pulled over, took our shoes off to walk around the soft warm grass, had a quick beer while soaking in the morning, and hopped back on the road - Syd driving now. We only drove for about 10 minutes until we saw Our next stop was Zion National Park. We approached Zion National Park from the north, so we were able to get in without paying the national park dues. As we approached Zion, I was convinced that I had already seen the beauty of Utah, and that Zion National Park was going to look like the beautiful valley that we were in during our approach. I was wrong. We traversed the winding road that leads into the northwestern park of the park and then she revealed herself. The sheer beauty of this valley is almost indescribable, and only the finest poets could barely do justice. All of a sudden we were hundreds of feet above this majestic garden of eden. Both Syd and I had to pick our jaws up from the car floor, and still remained speechless after that. We pulled the car over and sat there in awe and tried to absorb all the beauty that was in front of us. It reminded me of the old childs movie “The Land Before Time”. I imagined pterodactyls soaring above the cliffs, gazing over all sorts of other dinosaurs that roamed the valley floor. There were emerald rivers below me and massive cliff walls surrounding me with trees and plants growing everywhere. Every color on the spectrum could be seen in this little speck nature. I pictured the natives who used to call this place home and how it must have felt to discover this desert oasis. I felt one with nature here. Syd and I must have spent an hour sitting here and admiring this beauty. We had to get going so I took one last gaze, and went back in the car. I told myself I would come back here to really explore the place. I sure did, but that adventure comes in a later story. We left Zion and had Las Vegas in our sights. Zion is only about 2 hours away from Las Vegas, so we planned on that being our next stop/point of interest. Right around this time, about 10AM, we realized that we had left Denver about 10 hours ago and needed some food. We decided we would wait until Vegas, but then all of a sudden a mirage appeared in the desert. “That is a mirage, right Syd?”. “It must be”. I got overwhelmed with excitement as my mouth started watering, the mirage got closer. “That mirage looks pretty real” “But it can’t be...we’re in Utah”. Yup, it was real. I rubbed my eyes to be sure. We pulled up to the Washington, UT exit signs and there was a billboard that read “In-N-Out 1 mile”. I hadn’t been that happy in a while. We checked what time they opened: 10:30 AM, we checked our clock: 10:20 AM. It was a miracle. We smoked a joint and walked in as they were taking down the “closed” sign. Now here is where I had another “holy shit it’s a small world” moment. Throughout my life I had always had these weird coincidences where I see someone I know while on vacation or somewhere hundreds/thousands of miles away. From seeing a college friend at a resort in Puerto Rico, to sitting next to my hometown buddy on a plane from the DR, to sitting across the table from a classmate in the Bahamas. As I was munching my burger, in the middle of Southerwestern Utah, two people from my highschool walked in. An older couple that was I think 3 years above me. Now we didn’t know each other well enough, so we didn’t speak but we all looked at each other with the “WTF?” eyes, and continued to pretend not to know each other, even though we both knew our stories started in a small coastal town in MA. “What a small world” I thought as I finished my burger (animal style, of course). We hopped back in the car and in a flash we were in Las Vegas. I was very excited to finally see Las Vegas. I was reminiscing of all the crazy stories ive heard and movies ive seen, portraying this to be the place of no rules where everyone leaves with a crazy story that they can’t tell their mother (I do have a crazy vegas story, but thats from a different road trip). Well, not at 1:00pm I guess. We drove up and down the strip feeling like movie stars with our arms and feet hanging out the window, trying to show off my fake Y-3 shoes (SMH). Vegas is a whole nother world during the day, and there is not much to be excited about. We parked the car at Caesars Palace and roamed around the casino, only to find desperate slot-goers at this hour. It was kind of depressing. After an hour of roaming the strip and fantasizing in the Louis Vuitton and Gucci stores, we decided it was time to leave Vegas. The next time I was in Vegas turned out to be a lot more...fear and loathing-ish, we’ll get to that later. After Vegas we were ready to get to California. We decided we would only stop for gas from this point on, and set our sites on San Diego. The goal was to race there fast enough to watch the sunset over the Pacific Ocean before heading to Coachella the following day. My cousin lived in San Diego at the time and welcomed us to stay the night at his house before the festival. We drove and drove racing the sun which was starting to gain on us. We crossed into California and kept driving until we hit San Bernardino and came to a complete stop. There was traffic for as far as the eyes could see. “Are you kidding me? LA traffic all the way out here” while it might not have specifically been LA traffic, there was certainly bumper-to-bumper traffic all the way to LA. “wow, people aren’t joking about LA traffic” we laughed. Luckily after only a couple miles we pulled off the exit to head south to San Diego and were back cruising along. In what seemed like a close race against time, we pulled into Pacific Beach, San Diego right as the sun was reaching the point where it really starts to turn the color of the sky to a pinkish-peach color. It was so beautiful. We paced onto the boardwalk and got a perfect spot to watch the sun set over the surfers trying to catch their last waves before darkness. We stayed and watched in awe until there was no sun left to watch. As we were exiting the boardwalk we were overwhelmed with delicious smells of local vendors preparing food for the night crowd. It felt as if we entered a food truck convention, and thousands of people now fluttered in to get a taste of the local cuisine. We walked around aimlessly smelling and tasting all they had to offer. I had a couple beef and pork tacos and a churro; Syd had a freshly caught fish taco. From there we soaked everything in, breathed a sigh of relief for we had made it and reflected on what an incredible day we just had. From there we went to my cousins loft and relaxed with him, only to begin a new adventure tomorrow.
Hi everyone, I posted a few weeks back about starting to write a series about my adventures on the road - to inspire! I just finished the first section of my first story. This part takes place from 1 sunset to the next - adventures of 1 day on the road. This is part of a longer segment about a road trip to Coachella.... I hope you enjoy: ps. any feedback greatly appreciated edit: I misspelled the title :/ It’s 4:45pm on a cold April evening in Boston, I’m counting the minutes and seconds 'till I can dart out of my office and head to the airport. I have my carry on bag and backpack with me at my desk, and my mind is far from work. My father, who happened to be in the city for meetings, is waiting outside to take me to the airport. The clock strikes 5 and I am gone before the big hand ticks again. I smoke a quick spliff on the sidewalk around the corner and then hop in my father’s car - I’m officially on vacation. He drops me off, we say our goodbyes, and I arrive at the airport with enough time to have 2 beers before my flight. As I sit in my window seat waiting for takeoff, I slowly watch the sunset over the Boston skyline, only imagining what the next couple of sun sets will look like from the west. I couldn’t imagine everything I would see before the next time the sun set. The plane took off at 8pm. I’m usually the type of person to stare out the window for the entire plane ride, so much so that I usually leave the plane with a sore neck - but for this flight I knew I should sleep so I could be energized for what lay ahead. I managed to sleep for about 2 hours on the plane. I woke up to the captain calling for the final descent into Denver. We touched down in Denver in the midst of a late spring snow storm, 10:30pm local time. Syd was already at the Terminal West pickup zone waiting for me with his bags packed. We make a couple of quick stops to prep for the road (munchies and what-not) and off we went - headed West. The clock strikes Midnight as we get on the highway - it’s now officially 4/20 in Colorado, I’m overwhelmed with joy, excitement, and weed smoke. Syd took the initiative and picked up an ounce for our trip - each gram was in its own bag which was odd at the time but came in handy later on in the trip. Just a few hours ago, I was in my cubicle - now I’m in Denver on 4/20, every adolescents dream. This was just the very beginning. Exiting Denver heading West, I started to notice the drastic change in landscape. Denver sits at the very edge of the plains that spread across middle America from Pennsylvania to literally Denver. East of Denver is plains, farmland, and corn for 1,500 miles. Each farm and cornfield a spitting image of the previous one. West of Denver is the most beautiful, drastic, diverse scenery all the way to the Pacific Ocean. You have what seems like unlimited options to choose from once passing through the rockies - head southwest for desert, head northwest for ancient forests and god’s country, head directly west for a mix of both and everything in between. This trip we were going southwest. We zoomed into the rockies with snow getting heavier by the minute. I started to get nervous but remembered how I was here back in February with the same road conditions and the same fright. I then remembered how well Syd could handle these roads, so I chilled out. We passed by Loveland, Arapahoe Basin, and Keystone ski resorts, and I started to reflect about my 2 weeks of snowboarding here only 2 months prior in February. I thought about how I would love to snowboard here again one day. Little did I know, I would be working for Keystone the following Winter (more on that later). With Keystone in our rear view, we quickly approached Breckenridge, then Copper, then Vail, and then Beaver Creek. Coming from the East Coast it was hard to believe that all of these world class resorts were all within 45 minutes of each other. You can drive 10 minutes in any direction in Summit County, Colorado and arrive at a world class resort. Once we passed Beaver Creek the snow started to subside and you could see dirt and grass start to be evermore present. A relief from the harsh storm. I was now more relaxed and slept for an hour or 2. I woke up to see an array of lights in the near distance, a massive city- like region as far as the eyes could see. We were approaching Grand Junction, CO, a city declared in the late 1800s as a “grand” junction of the mighty Colorado River and it’s largest tributary, the Gunnison River. Grand Junction is Colorado’s wine country and the closest civilization to Grand Mesa, the world's largest flat-topped mountain which covers hundreds of miles. I was in awe as it seemed to go on forever. We passed through Grand Junction and immediately crossed over into Utah around 4AM, and I took the wheel. One thing that strikes me about these Western states is you can actually see and feel yourself crossing into another state without there being any formal notice or signs. The way the land drastically changes is amazing. As soon as we entered Utah everything around us started getting more colorful. The brown dirt changed to red clay, the tan grass of Western Colorado quickly changed to green cactuses (or cacti?). The snowy mountains changed to rainbow-colored hills and otherworldly rock formations. I felt like I had just left planet earth and landed on Mars. “This is the coolest place ever” I said to Syd. I continued on in admiration for about an hour, then I could see the very first sign of the sun rising in my rearview mirror. What I thought was beautiful before instantly appeared way more spectacular. I was in awe, trying to soak everything there was to see. I’m lucky that I didn’t drift off the road during these gazes, but luckily the Utah highway was straight and flat, with no other cars at this hour. Each and every minute grew more beautiful as the sun rose higher and higher in my mirrors. It seemed as if the sun was chasing us from the east as we bolted west at a steady 80mph. Once the sun was about halfway up the horizon behind us everything started to brighten up from the darkness of the night. I pulled over at a rest stop to climb a hill and watch the sunrise over the utah desert. I found a boulder at the top of the hill perched over a valley, and watched the sun slowly illuminate hundreds of miles of desert. I will never forget it. Now that it was bright as day, I hopped back into the driver’s seat and continued on. Syd woke up from a snooze; I tried to describe what I had just witnessed but no words could do justice. From there on, I pulled over at every scenic viewpoint that we came across, which seemed like every 10 minutes. They each got better and better the further into Utah we ventured. Sand Bench, Ivie Creek, Devil’s Canyon, Ghost Rock, Spotted Wolf, San Rafael Reef, Black Dragon Canyon, and Crescent Junction to name a few. We probably lost an hour off of our ETA for these stops, but to me they were priceless, and I didn’t care the least. By this time it was around 8am and the temperature had now reached a comfortable 70 degrees. From here the windows would be down for the rest of the trip. After about 8 hours of cruising I-70 from the snowy Rocky Mountains through the Utah desert, we passed through Fishlake National Forest in Salina, UT and pulled onto interstate 15 to start heading South. The desert had now transformed into an oasis with green grasses growing, wildflowers budding, trees waving in the gentle wind, and chirping birds greeting the morning. It was like entering a whole different environment yet there was still snow capped mountains in the near distance. I could smell the beautiful scent of the valley and everything it had to offer. I thought to myself how bad the streets of Boston stunk where my office was located, and how amazing this often overlooked section of the country had been so far. Syd was well rested at this point so we pulled over, took our shoes off to walk around the soft warm grass, had a quick beer while soaking in the morning, and hopped back on the road - Syd driving now. We only drove for about 10 minutes until we saw Our next stop was Zion National Park. We approached Zion National Park from the north, so we were able to get in without paying the national park dues. As we approached Zion, I was convinced that I had already seen the beauty of Utah, and that Zion National Park was going to look like the beautiful valley that we were in during our approach. I was wrong. We traversed the winding road that leads into the northwestern park of the park and then she revealed herself. The sheer beauty of this valley is almost indescribable, and only the finest poets could barely do justice. All of a sudden we were hundreds of feet above this majestic garden of eden. Both Syd and I had to pick our jaws up from the car floor, and still remained speechless after that. We pulled the car over and sat there in awe and tried to absorb all the beauty that was in front of us. It reminded me of the old childs movie “The Land Before Time”. I imagined pterodactyls soaring above the cliffs, gazing over all sorts of other dinosaurs that roamed the valley floor. There were emerald rivers below me and massive cliff walls surrounding me with trees and plants growing everywhere. Every color on the spectrum could be seen in this little speck nature. I pictured the natives who used to call this place home and how it must have felt to discover this desert oasis. I felt one with nature here. Syd and I must have spent an hour sitting here and admiring this beauty. We had to get going so I took one last gaze, and went back in the car. I told myself I would come back here to really explore the place. I sure did, but that adventure comes in a later story. We left Zion and had Las Vegas in our sights. Zion is only about 2 hours away from Las Vegas, so we planned on that being our next stop/point of interest. Right around this time, about 10AM, we realized that we had left Denver about 10 hours ago and needed some food. We decided we would wait until Vegas, but then all of a sudden a mirage appeared in the desert. “That *is* a mirage, right Syd?”. “It must be”. I got overwhelmed with excitement as my mouth started watering, the mirage got closer. “That mirage looks pretty real” “But it can’t be...we’re in Utah”. Yup, it was real. I rubbed my eyes to be sure. We pulled up to the Washington, UT exit signs and there was a billboard that read “In-N-Out 1 mile”. I hadn’t been that happy in a while. We checked what time they opened: 10:30 AM, we checked our clock: 10:20 AM. It was a miracle. We smoked a joint and walked in as they were taking down the “closed” sign. Now here is where I had another “holy shit it’s a small world” moment. Throughout my life I had always had these weird coincidences where I see someone I know while on vacation or somewhere hundreds/thousands of miles away. From seeing a college friend at a resort in Puerto Rico, to sitting next to my hometown buddy on a plane from the DR, to sitting across the table from a classmate in the Bahamas. As I was munching my burger, in the middle of Southerwestern Utah, two people from my highschool walked in. An older couple that was I think 3 years above me. Now we didn’t know each other well enough, so we didn’t speak but we all looked at each other with the “WTF?” eyes, and continued to pretend not to know each other, even though we both knew our stories started in a small coastal town in MA. “What a small world” I thought as I finished my burger (animal style, of course). We hopped back in the car and in a flash we were in Las Vegas. I was very excited to finally see Las Vegas. I was reminiscing of all the crazy stories ive heard and movies ive seen, portraying this to be the place of no rules where everyone leaves with a crazy story that they can’t tell their mother (I do have a crazy vegas story, but thats from a different road trip). Well, not at 1:00pm I guess. We drove up and down the strip feeling like movie stars with our arms and feet hanging out the window, trying to show off my fake Y-3 shoes (SMH). Vegas is a whole nother world during the day, and there is not much to be excited about. We parked the car at Caesars Palace and roamed around the casino, only to find desperate slot-goers at this hour. It was kind of depressing. After an hour of roaming the strip and fantasizing in the Louis Vuitton and Gucci stores, we decided it was time to leave Vegas. The next time I was in Vegas turned out to be a lot more...fear and loathing-ish, we’ll get to that later. After Vegas we were ready to get to California. We decided we would only stop for gas from this point on, and set our sites on San Diego. The goal was to race there fast enough to watch the sunset over the Pacific Ocean before heading to Coachella the following day. My cousin lived in San Diego at the time and welcomed us to stay the night at his house before the festival. We drove and drove racing the sun which was starting to gain on us. We crossed into California and kept driving until we hit San Bernardino and came to a complete stop. There was traffic for as far as the eyes could see. “Are you kidding me? LA traffic all the way out here” while it might not have specifically been LA traffic, there was certainly bumper-to-bumper traffic all the way to LA. “wow, people aren’t joking about LA traffic” we laughed. Luckily after only a couple miles we pulled off the exit to head south to San Diego and were back cruising along. In what seemed like a close race against time, we pulled into Pacific Beach, San Diego right as the sun was reaching the point where it really starts to turn the color of the sky to a pinkish-peach color. It was so beautiful. We paced onto the boardwalk and got a perfect spot to watch the sun set over the surfers trying to catch their last waves before darkness. We stayed and watched in awe until there was no sun left to watch. As we were exiting the boardwalk we were overwhelmed with delicious smells of local vendors preparing food for the night crowd. It felt as if we entered a food truck convention, and thousands of people now fluttered in to get a taste of the local cuisine. We walked around aimlessly smelling and tasting all they had to offer. I had a couple beef and pork tacos and a churro; Syd had a freshly caught fish taco. From there we soaked everything in, breathed a sigh of relief for we had made it and reflected on what an incredible day we just had. From there we went to my cousins loft and relaxed with him, only to begin a new adventure tomorrow.
We were faithful practitioners of an antique religion, the malevolent priesthood of a primitive and chemical mystery.
Denver Spring 2011 We were faithful practitioners of an antique religion, the malevolent priesthood of a primitive and chemical mystery. All but vanished for decades, a vein of revival made its way up from Mexico in the early 1990s. Upon conversion, we sold all we had to follow our goddess. In back alleys and hotel rooms all around Denver, we built altars with blackened spoons, the bottom halves of aluminum cans, gnawed and looped leather belts, orange-capped needles, lighters, and empty cigarette boxes, the worn relics of our sacrament and liturgy. We cooked magical potions and conjured blissful sleep with vapors the smell of vinegar and brown sugar, kneeling before her altar and letting blood from our arms. We would have sacrificed our first born if she asked. Heroin was life for us, and without her we were dead. Every heartbeat. Every thought. Every move. Every drop of gasoline in the car. Every cent we made. Every calorie we consumed. Every breath was devoted to the chase for more. In Denver, four Hondurans started selling heroin and cocaine at 5 in the morning. They came like clockwork, because they got off the first bus that brought them to Civic Center Park. Besides Chivo, it was the only other means we knew to get heroin in town, and it was the only place it was available at 5 a.m. Chivo started at 8, but sickness started early. The Hondurans sold dimes, or 10 dollars’ worth, in tightly wrapped balls made from cut squares of trash bag. Black was heroin. White was cocaine. They sold five for $40 as an incentive to buyers and allowed any combination. At Walmart on Wadsworth and Colfax, we woke up before 5, sick as usual. I gathered together the random CDs in the car and went to see if one of the Hondurans in the park would trade a dime of black for them. Roger was the one we knew best, but he laughed at my offer. He seemed annoyed. He would not look at me. We were out of luck, so we parked on Corona Street off Colfax right next to a 7-Eleven. In the car, we stretched and yawned. Our bodies ached, and the anxiety set in. We never knew where we would get it. We just had to have it. Watery snot and tears started, the sure signs of dope sickness. “What are we going to do, Bubby?” Danielle lay back in the passenger seat. “I don’t know, baby. I’m tired. We can call Chivo and ask for another front, or we can do something, but it’s too early to call Chivo. Let me chill for a minute. We’ll get it. Don’t worry. I don’t know how but we will.” She always said she liked me better when I was sick. Heroin made me extremely mean and difficult. When I was sick, I felt exposed and sensitive. Television commercials would bring tears to my eyes, and I was nice to her. “OK, Bubby. I’m sick as sh*t.” She held her stomach. “I know, baby. Me too.” I folded my arms and closed my eyes. My back and head ached. I pushed back into the driver’s seat. Not two minutes passed before we heard a knock on the window. A strange individual tried to talk to us through the closed window. Thick glasses, a shaved head, orange freckles on pale skin, a gaunt face. Maybe a man. Maybe a lesbian. I tried to tell the person to wait till we rolled the window down, but the person continued to talk. As the window lowered, I could hear he was a man. “I need a ride out of here! Right now! I’ve got money! I’ll pay you. I have to get out of Colorado!” He seemed genuinely desperate for our help. Through the window he flashed several bills, mostly ones and a five. It was good enough for me. “Get in!” Danielle had to open the door for him to crawl into the back, and we took off. “Where do you want to go?” I didn’t know where he went. There was nothing in the back seat but a pile of clothes. “I don’t know! Anywhere, out of Colorado!” His voice came from the clothes the pile of unfolded and dirty clothes under which he had buried himself. “Well, maybe you could give us a little more direction. Like, New Mexico? Nebraska? Utah? If you pay, we’ll take you anywhere you want.” I remembered the condition of my release from jail. My travels were not to exceed a 150-mile radius from Adams County, but money was on the line. “Utah. Sure. Let’s go there.” Traffic halted for miles on the interstate. It was from people headed to work in Denver, so we were stuck for a while. He talked about the people chasing him. They wanted to kill him, and the cops would send him to prison. He had spent the previous night jumping fences to escape. A day or two before that, he threw away several ounces in a hotel room of the Black Hawk Casino, because he thought he was being set up. Danielle and I knew what he needed. “Why don’t you let us get you some heroin? That’ll calm you down. We can get a hotel room and get some brown. Hey, what’s your name anyway? If we are going to be helping you escape and partners in crime, we should know each other’s’ names.” “I’m Earl.” “I’m Riley. This is Danielle.” He agreed that getting heroin was a good idea, so we pulled off at the next exit, and called Chivo. We found a Motel 6, and Danielle checked into the room for us. Earl snuck in while we waited for Chivo. We never had much money to score, so Chivo’s driver hurried to meet us at the gas station down the street. Out of the four $50 balloons, Earl gave us three to share, and he did so several more times, always giving us three and keeping one. It was like Christmas morning, and we were little kids. When Danielle and I got high, we bickered and said nasty things to one another, not as a matter of any real hurt or problems we had, but like an allergic reaction to the heroin. There were two or three days in a row of us sitting in a dark, cool hotel room watching HBO high on heroin and Danielle and I squabbling. Earl spent time on his computer and whined about our fussing and fighting. “You guys should love one another. You never know when you won’t have the other one with you again.” He whimpered. His life was hard, one of six boys, the youngest, and regularly raped by one of his brothers. His father hated him. In New York City, he found love with an old man named Tony, who taught him the trade of stealing fine art. They were busted together and sent to different prisons; Tony died of AIDS. I guessed. Danielle and I thought Earl turned tricks off the internet for the money he had, but we had no proof. On our third day together, he had us drop him off in the middle of nowhere between Boulder and Denver, because he did not want to hear us fight. His countenance was depressed, and he wouldn’t make eye contact. Danielle and I came back from trying to score all day at around 6:30, to find Earl outside of the room waiting for us. He got four balloons as usual, but this time he only gave us one and kept three. Then he gave us 20 bucks and sent us to Wendy’s to get some dinner. Earl lay on the floor sweaty and flaccid by the time we got back to the room. A few slaps to the face and yells of his name proved he had overdosed. Danielle shrieked and flapped her hands at her face in fear, while I ran to the bathroom and saturated a hand towel with water. When I wrung it out over his face and the water hit him he came to. “Hey, mother f*cker, we’re calling 911! You need to go to the hospital!” I didn’t take his attempt at suicide personally. It was his prerogative far as I saw it, but overdosing himself in the hotel room where we slept was unacceptable. “No! No! No! Don’t call the ambulance. I’m okay. I’m okay.” He begged us not to call. I listened to him, for some reason. Soon after all of it, I regretted not robbing him of all his money and sending him overdosed to the hospital. We would have been gone with his electronics and money before he got out of the hospital. We feared that he would asphyxiate, so we made him sit up against the corner of the room on his bed while we watched TV. The blankets were around him, and Danielle and I must have given cues that I was nodding out with our conversation. His eyes were closed, but he was awake. “See? Riley is nodding out,” said Earl. Why doesn’t he have to go to the hospital?” “Shut the f*ck up, Earl. Or we will call 911 to come get your overdosing a**.” It was 10:30. “It’s not fair. You are as high as I am.” “Shut the f*ck up, Earl!” He was snoring at 1:30 when I went to sleep. “The Hangover” played mute on the TV. Danielle woke me up at 10. “Riley. Riley. Wake up. I think he’s dead.” “No, he’s not dead.” I opened my eyes and looked at him. I was not so sure. “I’m pretty sure he’s dead, Bubby! He looks dead!” “No. He’s not dead. Let’s find a rinse before we check.” We found the bottom half of a coke can on a shelf below the TV. It had a spot of brown goo on the edge with a gray, shriveled cotton in the middle. It was all that was left of the three balloons he did the day before. I wondered how he managed to get that much tar into a syringe and inject it while we were at Wendy’s. I thought he must have skin-popped it. It would have been several injections of black sludge, and if he had hit a vein the first one would have put him out. We washed the bottom of the coke can with water and sucked it through his old cotton. It was not the clean thing to do, but we didn’t care. She peed on the toilet and kept telling me he was dead while I split the syringes of slightly colored water. I denied it one more time before I hit a vein in her arm and then my own. I walked out first and went over to his bed. I focused on his mouth and the strand of drool hanging from his chin. It was dried out and stuck there, the consistency of hair-sprayed spider web. When I put my hand on his shoulder to shake him awake, I screamed “Earl!” But he rolled over, cold and stiff. His legs never unfolded or changed position. The dried-out stalactite of drool stood upside down in the air, and his head hung off the bed. His eyes belonged on ice at the supermarket. They may as well have been a pair of yellow, lumpy grapes for all the life that they had in them. “He’s dead!” Danielle cried. I pulled him off the bed onto the floor. It only took a second for me to consider what money he might have on him and I reached into the pocket of his shorts to find a black leather wallet. There were $250 dollars, so I took the two big bills and left the $50. Danielle called 911 like we should have the night before. She said the operator said to give him mouth-to-mouth. One look at his dead mouth and the thought of the stale air trapped in his lungs settled in my mind that I was not giving him mouth-to- mouth. “I’m not giving him mouth-to-mouth!” “Come on, Riley! Just try! Is he cold?” “Not cold, but he’s not warm. If you want to give him mouth-to-mouth get over here and do it. Or they can come do it, but I AM NOT doing it!” She talked into the phone. “He’s not completely cold. Is that a good thing? Is there a chance he might live?” She asked in tears and then turned to me. “She says to put your mouth on his mouth and breathe.” “Hang up!” We gathered the syringes and cookers and balloons and threw them in the dumpster at the back of the parking lot. We stepped outside as the fire truck pulled up. They quickly gave up on trying to resuscitate Earl’s dead body. One squad car pulled up, then another, and one more. A cop put up the yellow tape around the room, and they separated Danielle and me, to question us. She spoke so I could hear her, to get our stories to match up. The black cop dressed in blues flirted with her. She flirted back and told him she was a stripper. As I wrote a statement on the hot hood of a running squad car in the sun, I wondered how many years I could get for it. Would these be my last minutes of freedom, scribbling and nervous on the hood of a cop car? An unmarked car pulled up with two detectives. They wore jackets, slacks and ties and had personality. They slicked their black hair back, true to their Hispanic heritage. One of them talked to me about the Hornets and mentioned the Nuggets. Sickly scents of pomade and cologne mixed with fear to turn my stomach. The detective’s partner walked around and talked to the policemen before he walked up to me. “Look. We got an overdose to go to right after this, two blocks away. Another dead body. We don’t have time for all of this. Where are the syringes and cookers? You don’t think he overdosed on air, do you? No. We don’t either. Now, we understand, you and your girlfriend got scared and hid all the stuff. But we need some evidence of his drug use. We need some syringes for evidence, and we’ll get you two on your way. I promise.” They took me to the dumpster where we tossed the stuff, and made me climb in, but I couldn’t find it. There were several empty 20-ounce bottles from another room with syringes in them. We never put our syringes in bottles like that, but the detective seemed satisfied. “OK. Grab a few and give them to me.” They took some pictures and got our written statements. Things wrapped up, and the coroner came. A hearse came to pick up the body. It was obvious that one of the two men working for the company with the hearse enjoyed his job, maybe too much. He wore a black three-piece suit and a felt top hat, with a gold chain to a watch in his breast pocket and a monocle. I didn’t know hearses picked up overdosed bodies out of hotel rooms, but that’s what I saw that day. When they finally took the yellow police tape down and released us from the scene, Danielle jumped into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist. We shouted in glee and relief and made out in front of the last two cops on the scene. It was over, and we were free. I still had the $200. The first thing we did was call Chivo and met one of his guys at a gas station. When his driver showed up, I told him what happened. It didn’t matter to him. They wanted the money. At some point in the day, I spilled the last of our heroin out of a cooker onto my khaki pants. She was mad, so we went to Home Depot on Quebec. I tried to steal a bunch of copper wire to scrap for money, but on the way out of the door, Loss Prevention drove me to the ground so hard the scab on my knee had fabric from my pants in it and turned green. Denver County smelled better than Adams, and they let me out after three days for petit theft. A week later, the coroner called to ask what I knew about Earl. I told him what Earl told me; maybe it was true, maybe not, but it’s what he said. His tone of voice seemed bewildered over the phone. Sometime after that, on our way to Danielle’s first night at the Hustler Club, a strange figure riding a scooter on Colfax pulled up next to us. Danielle and I looked over at a lesbian in her mid-50s wearying a black leather cap and vest, thick glasses, orange freckles and pale face. Her hair was red and grey and buzzed off. Could it be Earl? It looked exactly like him. We laughed about when the 911 operator had instructed us to give him mouth-to-mouth. I never felt much about robbing the dead man, or the fact that the last words he heard before he died were me telling him to, “shut the f*ck up.” There was no time to feel bad about it, when spilled hits of heroin and three days in jail were so disappointing. The only thing I ever thought about it was that we should have robbed him when he was overdosed and called the paramedics. It would have been less trouble for us.
What's happening around town (Wed, Oct 11th - Tue, Oct 17th)
Tulsa's event list.
Ongoing
Art.Write.Now. Tour(Tulsa Community College - Tulsa) Thru Sat, Oct 28th Come see a traveling exhibition of inspirational and innovative works by teenage artists at the Art.Write.Now. Tour…
Psycho Path Haunted Attraction(The Psycho Path - Sperry) Thru Sat, Oct 28th Travel to Sperry for the Psycho Path Haunted Attraction and prepare to be terrified. Enter woods shrouded by fog…
Wednesday, Oct 11th
1 Million Cups(36 Degrees North - Tulsa) Start Time: 9:00am
Tulsa American Film Festival(Tulsa) Thru Sun, Oct 15th Get your tickets and passes for five days of indy features and shorts during the Tulsa American Film…
The Mousetrap(Broken Arrow Community Playhouse - Broken Arrow) Thru Sun, Oct 15th Come see a riveting production of Agatha Christie's "The Mousetrap" live onstage at the Broken Arrow…
♪ SPOON + Mondo Cozmo(Cain's Ballroom - Tulsa) Start Time: 7:00pm Fresh off the release of their ninth studio album, indie rock legends Spoon will perform new material and old…
♪ STONE SOUR(Brady Theater - Tulsa) Start Time: 7:30pm Score your tickets and gear up for an evening of non-stop metal when Stone Sour and guests take over Tulsa's…
♪ Stone Sour(Brady Theater - Tulsa) Start Time: 7:30pm
STREETS: Mark Lewis(108|Contemporary - Tulsa) Thru Sun, Oct 15th Start Time: 12:00pm
Thursday, Oct 12th
Tulsa American Film Festival(Tulsa) Thru Sun, Oct 15th Get your tickets and passes for five days of indy features and shorts during the Tulsa American Film…
♪ Jason Aldean - They Don't Know Tour(BOK Center - Tulsa) Start Time: 7:30pm Award-winning country artist Jason Aldean is headed to Tulsa's BOK Center for a high-energy concert you won't…
Member Lunch(36 Degrees North - Tulsa) Start Time: 12:00pm
The Mousetrap(Broken Arrow Community Playhouse - Broken Arrow) Thru Sun, Oct 15th Come see a riveting production of Agatha Christie's "The Mousetrap" live onstage at the Broken Arrow…
♪ Ryan Adams(Cain's Ballroom - Tulsa) Start Time: 7:00pm THERE IS A STRICT LIMIT OF 4 TICKETS ON GA and 2 TICKETS ON THE MEZZ SECTION! ORDERS OVER THE LIMIT WILL GET CANCELLED. DELIVERY OF TICKETS WILL BE DELAYED UNTIL SEPT 1! Advance $40 Day of Show $43 Door $43 Mezzanine (21+) $55 There is a $2 fee that applies to each ticket purchased at the Cain's Box Office. No re-entry! No smoking! No refunds!…
STREETS: Mark Lewis(108|Contemporary - Tulsa) Thru Sun, Oct 15th Start Time: 12:00pm
Travis Fite - LIVE(hey mambo - Tulsa) Start Time: 6:30pm
Friday, Oct 13th
Tulsa American Film Festival(Tulsa) Thru Sun, Oct 15th Get your tickets and passes for five days of indy features and shorts during the Tulsa American Film…
Bohemian Ball 2017(Hardesty Arts Center (AHHA) - Tulsa) Start Time: 6:00pm
♪ Borgore - Blasphemy Tour(Cain's Ballroom - Tulsa) Start Time: 7:00pm Advance $21 Day of Show $23 Door $23 There is a $2 fee that applies to each ticket purchased at the Cain's Box Office. No re-entry! No smoking! No refunds! Support acts are subject to change without notice!
Brush Creek Bazaar(Tulsa) Thru Sun, Oct 15th The Brush Creek Bazaar is an annual Tulsa event that boasts fun for everyone. Over a three-day period, enjoy shopping,…
Contemporary Native American Exhibition(Hardesty Arts Center (AHHA) - Tulsa) 1 day left Start Time: 12:00pm
The Mousetrap(Broken Arrow Community Playhouse - Broken Arrow) Thru Sun, Oct 15th Come see a riveting production of Agatha Christie's "The Mousetrap" live onstage at the Broken Arrow…
🏆 Tulsa Oilers vs. Kansas City Mavericks(BOK Center - Tulsa) Start Time: 7:05pm Cheer on the Tulsa Oilers as they take on the Kansas City Mavericks at the BOK Center in downtown Tulsa. Get in on the…
Pie Night(Antoinette Baking Co. - Tulsa) Day 1 of 2 Start Time: 5:00pm
🎓 SeneGence Leadership Conference(Cox Business Center - Tulsa) Thru Sun, Oct 15th Start Time: 8:00am SeneGence Leadership Conference is the exclusive event for SeneGence Distributors that have achieved the level of Royal in Waiting and above. Cox Business Center will host the advanced management training event. This is an opportunity for Direct Sellers within the industry to learn from the very best.
STREETS: Mark Lewis(108|Contemporary - Tulsa) Thru Sun, Oct 15th Start Time: 12:00pm
Sweatin Bullets(The Hunt Club - Tulsa) Start Time: 10:00pm
Saturday, Oct 14th
🏃 Tulsa 5K Rosary/Cathedral Run(Holy Family Cathedral - Tulsa) It's a 5k run/walk with a twist. See all the historic churches in downtown Tulsa while participating in the Rosary! It's where prayer meets the pavement! This is a USATF sanctioned race but not chipped timed. Top 3 male and top 3 female finishers will be awarded prizes. Early Bird (Before 9/20): Adult $30/Child $20. After 9/19: Adult…
Akdar Wine Feztival(Akdar Shrine Headquarters - Tulsa) Head to the Akdar Shrine Center in Tulsa for a great time at unique the Akdar Wine Feztival. At this combination…
Tulsa American Film Festival(Tulsa) 1 day left Get your tickets and passes for five days of indy features and shorts during the Tulsa American Film…
Art on Main(Jenks) Art on Main is a celebration of Oklahoma art, wine and music in historic downtown Jenks. Browse vibrant watercolors,…
Brush Creek Bazaar(Tulsa) 1 day left The Brush Creek Bazaar is an annual Tulsa event that boasts fun for everyone. Over a three-day period, enjoy shopping,…
Cherokee Art Market(Hard Rock Hotel & Casino Tulsa - Catoosa) Day 1 of 2 The 12th annual Cherokee Art Market will feature more than 150 inspirational and elite Native American artists from…
Cherry Street Farmers Market(Tulsa) Thru Sun, Oct 22nd Start Time: 7:00am
Contemporary Native American Exhibition(Hardesty Arts Center (AHHA) - Tulsa) Last Day Start Time: 12:00pm
Eat Street Food Truck Festival(2nd & Elgin - Tulsa) Sample some of Tulsa's best cuisine via food truck at the 6th annual Eat Street Food Truck Festival. Held in the…
The Mousetrap(Broken Arrow Community Playhouse - Broken Arrow) 1 day left Come see a riveting production of Agatha Christie's "The Mousetrap" live onstage at the Broken Arrow…
Paul Bogart(Cherokee Casino Will Rogers Downs - Claremore)
Paul Bogart(Robson Performing Arts Center - Claremore)
Pie Night(Antoinette Baking Co. - Tulsa) Day 2 of 2 Start Time: 5:00pm
Pleasant Valley Farms Winter Squash & Pumpkin Festival(Pleasant Valley Farms - Sand Springs) Day 1 of 2 Pleasant Valley Farms Pumpkin Patch in Sand Springs grows one of the largest variety of pumpkins and winter squash…
Pony Disco Club(Soundpony Lounge - Tulsa) Start Time: 9:00pm
Tulsa Pop Culture Expo - Comic Con(Wyndham Tulsa Hotels & Resorts - Tulsa) Day 1 of 2 Get out your best cosplay and head to the Tulsa Pop Culture Expo this October. Events will include screenings of…
Second Saturday Architecture Tour(Tulsa) Take a fun and educational walking tour through downtown Tulsa the second Saturday of each month with the Tulsa…
🎓 SeneGence Leadership Conference(Cox Business Center - Tulsa) 1 day left Start Time: 8:00am SeneGence Leadership Conference is the exclusive event for SeneGence Distributors that have achieved the level of Royal in Waiting and above. Cox Business Center will host the advanced management training event. This is an opportunity for Direct Sellers within the industry to learn from the very best.
St. Paul & The Broken Bones(Cain's Ballroom - Tulsa) Start Time: 7:00pm ON SALE FRI 6/30 11:00 AM CDT This event is all ages Advance $25 Day of Show $28 Door $28 Mezzanine (21+) $40 There is a $2 fee that applies to each ticket purchased at the Cain's Box Office. No re-entry! No smoking! No refunds! Support acts are subject to change without notice!
STREETS: Mark Lewis(108|Contemporary - Tulsa) 1 day left Start Time: 12:00pm
🏃 Thin Mint Sprint(Girl Scouts of Eastern Oklahoma - Tulsa) Support Girl Scouts programs to build girls of courage, confidence, and character, who make the world a better place! Choose between a 5K run or 1-mile fun run. Awards given to top three finishers in each age category. All runners receive post race food. 5K finishers receive a box of Thin Mints! Saturday Oct 14, 2017 Fun Run Start 9:00 a.m. 5k…
Tony Romanello and the Black Jackets(The Hunt Club - Tulsa) Start Time: 10:00pm
Brady Heights Historic Home Tour(Tulsa) Take a trip through 10 of Tulsa's most elegant historic areas during the Brady Heights Historic Home Tour this…
Brush Creek Bazaar(Tulsa) Last Day The Brush Creek Bazaar is an annual Tulsa event that boasts fun for everyone. Over a three-day period, enjoy shopping,…
Call for Artists for the 2018 - 2019 Season(Hardesty Arts Center (AHHA) - Tulsa) Start Time: 8:00am
Cherokee Art Market(Hard Rock Hotel & Casino Tulsa - Catoosa) Day 2 of 2 The 12th annual Cherokee Art Market will feature more than 150 inspirational and elite Native American artists from…
The Mousetrap(Broken Arrow Community Playhouse - Broken Arrow) Last Day Come see a riveting production of Agatha Christie's "The Mousetrap" live onstage at the Broken Arrow…
Pleasant Valley Farms Winter Squash & Pumpkin Festival(Pleasant Valley Farms - Sand Springs) Day 2 of 2 Pleasant Valley Farms Pumpkin Patch in Sand Springs grows one of the largest variety of pumpkins and winter squash…
Tulsa Pop Culture Expo - Comic Con(Wyndham Tulsa Hotels & Resorts - Tulsa) Day 2 of 2 Get out your best cosplay and head to the Tulsa Pop Culture Expo this October. Events will include screenings of…
🎓 SeneGence Leadership Conference(Cox Business Center - Tulsa) Last Day Start Time: 8:00am SeneGence Leadership Conference is the exclusive event for SeneGence Distributors that have achieved the level of Royal in Waiting and above. Cox Business Center will host the advanced management training event. This is an opportunity for Direct Sellers within the industry to learn from the very best.
ShalomFest(Temple Israel - Tulsa) Visit Temple Israel in Tulsa to celebrate Jewish life at ShalomFest. This annual, one-day Tulsa tradition features tons…
Skyline Music Festival(E 18th St & S Boston Ave - Tulsa) Honor the memory of Oklahoma musician Tom Skinner with a trip to the Skyline Music Festival. Tulsa venues the Shrine and…
♪ Sunday Series: Danish String Quartet(Tulsa Performing Art Center - Tulsa) Start Time: 2:15pm “…Awe-inspiring performance…the quartet almost makes time stand still…” – The Scotsman (Edinburgh) Members of the Danish String Quartet met as young boys at summer camp. Combining the “hipster good looks of a rock band” with impeccable technique and stylistic versatility, they have become one of the most compelling quartets…
Monday, Oct 16th
A$AP MOB + Playboi Carti, Key!, Cozy Boys(Cain's Ballroom - Tulsa) Start Time: 7:00pm A$AP Mob featuring A$AP Rocky, A$AP Twelvyy, A$AP Nast, A$AP Ant along with special guests Playboi Carti, Key! and Cozy Boys ON SALE FRI 7/28 10:00 AM CDT This event is all ages Advance $45 Day of Show $50 Door $50 There is a $2 fee that applies to each ticket purchased at the Cain's Box Office. No re-entry! No smoking! No refunds! Support acts…
♪ A Day To Remember(Brady Theater - Tulsa) Start Time: 8:00pm Get your tickets for a fun evening of pop punk when Florida's own A Day to Remember and special guests take over…
The Magpie Salute(Cain's Ballroom - Tulsa) Start Time: 7:00pm ON SALE FRI 6/09 10:00 AM CDT This event is all ages Advance $26 | Day of Show $28 | Door $28 | Mezzanine (21+) $41 There is a $2 fee that applies to each ticket purchased at the Cain's Box Office. No re-entry! No smoking! No refunds! Support acts are subject to change without notice!
♪ MARILYN MANSON(Brady District - Tulsa) Start Time: 8:00pm Join shock-rocker Marilyn Manson for an evening of glam metal when he takes over the historic Brady Theater in Tulsa.…
My Ticket Home(The Vanguard - Tulsa) LOCAL TBA, LOCAL TBA, LOCAL TBA
Nader Wahdan claims first place in Heartland Poker Tour
Winning a major tournament is the kind of experience that poker players are dreaming of, even those who choose to stick mostly to cash games. Prevailing at a shorthanded table is not the same as outshining hundreds of opponents in a live event that lasts for a couple of days. Titan Poker presents its members with the chance of enjoying the best of both worlds, by providing the kind of gaming experience that is all-inclusive. More recently the online poker room decided to expand its offer, to include live tournaments Instead of running the competitions themselves, they chose to award generous packages to those players who win qualifiers. The satellites for live events run live throughout the week and those who have a keen eye for such tournaments are going to be happy with what they get. The Heartland Poker Tour recently crowned its winner and even though there were no players winning packages as a result of playing online, there was no shortage of competitors.Golden Gates Resort in Black Hawk, Colorado was the gracious host for the competition and the $1,650 Main Event was the highlight of the series. There were a couple of poker professionals who found it worthwhile to attend the event, but the vast majority of the players were ambitious amateurs. Greg Raymer and Chris Tryba were among those pros who tried their luck at these tables, but the first prize evaded them and eventually landed in the lap of Nader Wahdan. The poker player made the final table with a healthy stack and since most of the pros were already out of the picture, he was among the favorites to win. The guaranteed prize pool was exceeded and the winner was expected to claim in excess of $200k, assuming no deal was made between remaining players. Nader and Chad Leasure were the last players standing and they decided to play it through all the way, with Chad bowing out in the second place for $140k. These are the final table results: 1 Nader Wahdan Aurora, CO $226,8912 Chad Leasure Colorado Springs, CO $140,1703 Phil Mader Grand Island, NE $91,8674 Adam Zimowski Racine, WI $63,8335 Matthew Schierenberg Lakewood, CO $46,3876 Nils Bardsley Denver, CO $36,0017 Colin York Black Hawk, CO $30,2538 John Sacha Denver, CO $25,2119 Edith Mortellaro Lakewood, CO $20,168 from via Casinoreviews
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