i share my birthday with a frozen dead guy

probably the best part about living in colorado is the random events the crazy locals come up with. i picture it happening like this:

local guy 1: hey, let’s go mountain biking
local guy 2: eh – that’s so cliché. let’s do something crazy
local guy 1: what, like turn our bikes into flying machines and try flying them across a reservoir?
local guy 2: eh – still a little cliché, but it’ll do

and this is how events like the kinetics race come to pass

my recent favorite is the frozen dead guy days festival. here’s the gist – some guy died in 1989 and, before he was really dead, they froze him (remember the movie forever young?) and stuck him in a shed to keep him frozen until they realize that most things aren’t better with freezer burn and try to revive him…a shed...seriously… but not just any shed – no, no – the frozen dead guy is hanging out in a shed in nederland, colorado! aside from this being some sort of potential scientific breakthrough (i’m a little doubtful), this gave colorado an excuse to host a festival with coffin races and other semi-sadistic highlights, probably including maggot-shaped lollipops for the children.

i’m pretty (really) selfish when it comes to sharing my birthday. i had a roommate with my same birthday and i almost had to move out just with the thought of people wishing her a happy birthday when the focus should be completely on me. i have to admit though, sharing my 25th birthday with this little frozen man’s festival still brings a proud tear to my eye. i feel connected to him…and not just because my feet are always cold.