At Least They're Committed

It was a dry wedding and that’s OK and, in fact, I’ll drink to that! Or at least I did after the wedding as we sat in the Durango Brewery and downed a couple before heading up the mountain. (Love their beer.) And as we sat at the bar chatting with the lovely gal behind the counter, D nudged me and said, “Ask them in for a beer.” I turned and looked out the window at the two exceptionally clean-cut young men walking past in white, short-sleeved shirts and dark ties and dress pants and I chuckled and said, “Maybe I will!” But before I had to pretend to be outgoing and go out and chat, they turned and walked directly into the pub. We stared, both of us — we compared notes later — thinking, well, it does say it’s burger night! They certainly could be here for the burgers! But one stepped up to the bar as the other headed to the men’s room and much to our surprise the first ordered a wheat growler! “Whoa!” I said aloud to the young man. “You surprised the heck out of us. We were sure you were Mormon!” And a college student sitting with his girlfriend on the other side of the bar spoke up and said, “Yeah! We were thinking the same thing!” And the young man, and subsequently the young men (after Dude 2 got back from the men’s room) laughed heartily, saying “We get that ALL the time!” Turns out they are charter pilots who bring doctors from the Denver area to rural communities to help fill a medical need. We had a nice chat and a good laugh all “Blue Hotel” like and it was a little slice of curiousity and joy. Life is random, isn’t it?