Today is Groundhog Day, and while Punxsutawney Phil predicts whether there will be 6 more weeks of winter in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, there is nothing anywhere close happening here in Colorado. Last year I learned about a stuffed - Yes! Stuffed! - marmot named Flatiron Freddy that makes its prediction in Chatauqua Park up in Boulder. How something stuffed can make a prediction about anything is beyond me, but that's Boulder for you. How hard can it be to find a live groundhog and have it look for its shadow once a year? In any case, here in Denver, Groundhog Day is celebrated with a showing of Bill Murray's movie Groundhog Day at the Alamo Drafthouse Sloans Lake, among other Alamo venues. Tickets for this event are $16 each, and no, that does not include an open bar. That is more money than a first run movie. And if you want dinner and a drink included, it is almost $40. That is way too pricey for me. You can stay home and rent the damn thing for $4.00, so who needs Alamo Drafthouse? And yes, I am getting old and cranky. These days, who can blame me?
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