2.10.10 – galleries to grime: a colfax good time 
So there are times in a girl’s life when she is…Hmmm, how can I put this delicately? Hookin’ poor. Not that I actually went the route of hawking my God goodies for a little dough. The pittance that the sort of men who would pursue this pootang for pay wouldn’t be enough to make it worth eternal damnation. Selling my sex is on par with selling my soul. At least that is what the nuns always told me. So instead, I am simply selling out. Hawking my god-given talent…
2.2.10»IN PURSUIT OF DAVID BOWIE: A DENVER CRAFT BEER CRAWL
I’m a beer girl. A very passionate one. But when it comes to going out, I almost always avoid downtown and rarely venture past my local bars. For the sake of my first Six Shooter, I decided to make an exception and wander the streets of downtown, at least the ones where you can find good beer.
So I called up a few friends and started planning a route around Blake Street. My goal was to have beers I had never had before. Knowing this is a difficult feat, I had a backup theme of craft beers, j…
1.26.10»THE MORNING COMMUTE
Within Denver proper, no less than 20 dive bars open before 9 a.m. – most at 7 a.m. or shortly thereafter, many more between 9 a.m. and Noon. They do so not for the “literate, urban lush” still awake from the night before; still rolling from whatever got dropped, snorted or smoked at after hours; or still enamored with the novelty of daytime drinking and the state-school tailgating memories it conjures.
These joints open in the early morn for the third-shifters, the transients, the widowed,…
1.26.10»SIX BEER JOINTS NEAR FIVE POINTS
Author: David Pennington
Photography: Allen Klosowski
Violence & Entertainment: Rick Ramos
Our evening, more or less, happens in the Five Points warehouse district; a place that trades its daytime blue collar workers for the nighttime wannabe blue collars and the apathetic. It’s charming and concrete-laden.…
12.22.09»CRAWLING FORT COLLINS
We struck out on a Saturday night, prepared to drink our way through Fort Collins, Colorado, the town rumored to have the most bars per capita second only to San Francisco. As it turns out, this is an urban legend, but a persistent one.
As a college town, Fort Collins’ drinkers are numerous, with young, healthy livers. Our group doesn’t quite fit that profile, although we are still relatively young in the big scheme of things, our livers have been around the block more than once.
We have al…
12.1.09»SEEING STARZ: DRUNK AT THE DENVER FILM FESTIVAL
I’ll see your Denver Six Shooter and raise you one Starz Denver Film Festival, where one night lasts eleven days and a half-dozen slugs is the bare minimum just to keep the staff rasterized into recognizably 3D forms through the hours when the Late Night Lounge, of which more anon, is closed.
As the festival publications editor, I’ve long since fulfilled my duties by Opening Night, but as the fancy ladyfriend of the Artistic Director, aka the Director, I’m on social call 24/7—which means for…
11.17.09»VINTAGE CLASSIC VS. NEW CLASSIC BARS
Since the ladies of LUPEC (Ladies United for the Preservation of Endangered Cocktails)* are at heart a vintage cocktail organization, we decided that our Six Shooter tour would pit three vintage bars with classic cocktails against three new bars slinging the classics.
11.07.09»THE NORTH DENVER BAR TOURIST
Tonight, as my wife Erin and I hit spots around our North Denver neighborhood, my messy note taking seems to reveal more than just my surroundings.
6:30 p.m.
Billy’s Inn
4403 Lowell Blvd.
Bottle of Sol, $4
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