But first you go to P.F. Chang's and celebrate Dave's birthday.

And you buy him a chilled shot of vodka.

In Aspen, even the pizza man is enviro-friendly.

It's called Aspen Food & Wine.  It's not the Aspen Food & Wine Festival or anything like that.

Just around the corner and to the left is a really good deal.

Here's the really good deal.  I bet you could deliver pizzas in it.

You gotta start somewhere.

You find fingerprints in clean noses.

Thanks to Ernie Els for having us poolside to watch the U.S. Open.

Ernie was busy playing in the U.S. Open, so we didn't see him.

This wine smells like fresh mountain air.

I have no idea who this woman is.

We had to take the horse to find where we parked.

Then I took a picture so we would remember.

My feet started to hurt so I had to try some Crocs.  These go particularly well with socks.  I think I'll develop a special line of Crocs Socks.

These ladies wanted to go for a ride.

This wine smells like new car.

When you are bad, your leg is served to the good people.

The Lexus booth had the worst-tasting thing ever: black truffle espresso.

This wine smells like black truffle espresso.

Jesse tries to figure out how to retrieve his favorite yellow balloon.

We're still at an impasse.

We had to ask some kids if they would get the balloon.

Then I rubbed it hard on my belly and popped it.

Even Chef Sysco attends Aspen Food & Wine.

Don't feed the animals.

I think this bear has a hair lip.

Nope.  He's got a bad case of finger-in-the-nose.