Hangin with G-Spud.

Frankly, I was surprised to see Guidespud up and about, having recently read djbriane’s guide. G-Spud responded to my surprise with “rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.” I have to say that prior to that point I thought G-Spud was a moron. His literary response marked the beginning of a great evening.

G-Spud came home with me to Boulder. Before going out I wanted to go for a run. G-Spud insisted that he come along. I picked one of my favorite runs, the Bluestem Trail in Boulder Open Space.

While running, G-Spud kept muttering something under his breath. It sounded kind of like: “Go scriosa cúnna ifrinn do chuid fo-éadaigh,” but I’m not really sure.

He also tried to tell me the full story of his journey through Juno, picking up where djbriane left off – I asked him to spare me the details.

After the run, we headed down to my favorite watering hole, the Southern Sun brew pub in South Boulder.

While at the bar, my wife Polly called. I won’t bore you with our conversation, but I will share this excerpt: “Let met get this straight: you are sitting alone at the bar with Guidespud … I guess I don’t have to worry about anyone hitting on you.”

I was surprised that she pointed it out, but it is true that next to G-Spud, I am definitely 2nd string. Given that G-Spud is not much for idle conversation, I had some time to muse on what it is about him. Clearly he’s not very good looking, but yet he has a power that’s hard to understand. I came up with these two qualities that set him apart, but I’m eager to hear other theories:

• He is up for anything, anytime.
• He doesn’t wear pants.

I suspect the second point is the real heart of the matter. It’s hard to disagree with the fact that the very best of times generally don’t involve pants. (Strangely, humans without pants are considered obscene, while G-Spud is considered cute, but I’ll let someone else fight that fight.)

After we got home from the pub, G-Spot insisted on a nightcap. While I knew he likes to tip the bottle I am a bit embarrassed  about the outcome.