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Cannabytes: Feds continue to raid dispensaries

The drug store's stereo system filled the store with a mix of top 40. Behind the counter, lab coats busily shifted back and forth as they filled orders. I, prescription in hand, counted the variety of lozenges ...
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Fork It: Brunch Roundup

It's a simple equation: breakfast + lunch = brunch However, in researching the topic, I found that the concept of combining two meals into one is almost exclusively American. Brunch doesn't translate into an...
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Festival Window: Savoy

Aurally, Boulder-based Savoy could pass for an adept electro DJ deftly blending others' cuts together. The truth? Savoy is erecting all their bangers from scratch—barring a few borrowed samples—and discharging them live via three-piece PA. It's a savvy formula that's caught on like the brush fire that destroyed a portion of my southeast plains hometown. Destruction is definitely an ingredient in Savoy's live recipe, where decimating decibels keep attendees in a perpetually perspiring frenzy.
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Boob Tubin’: Denver’s Got Talent

As some of you know, I auditioned for America's Got Talent this year. Although singing and playing guitar on Power Risers—pogo stilts in layman's terms—impressed many who witnessed it, I did not advance to the televised competition. C'est la vie. There's always next year. I'm not quitting the entertainment business—ever. Turns out I wasn't the only Denver performer who tried out, though. If you caught last night's episode, you probably witnessed “belly dancing best friends” Kaya and Sadie. While each is exotic in her own right, both women reside right here in our own backyard.
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Aural Pleasure: DJ MLe

What will MLE play in Wunderland? Disappear down the rabbit hole this Friday and find out. I'll be there, celebrating my umpteenth annual Unbirthday and singing with MLE's buddy Ishe.
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Jazz Hands: Erik Deutsch

If what's left of my memory serves me correctly, Erik Deutsch and I first met in the hallway of Hallet Hall during my freshman year at CU Boulder. Hallet was allegedly named “Biggest Party Dorm in the Nation” by Playboy Magazine around that time, and its residents were determined to retain the title. On an average night, one might encounter a full bar, more than one four-foot bong and even a nitrous tank.