We tried to sleep in on Day Thirty-Seven. Really, we did. We had breakfast plans with Cassie, but on a "whenever you get up" sort of way. And, after a hellishly long drive the day before, we were expecting to be pushing that deadline for all it was worth. Instead, I woke up at 9 (which was, of course, a more respectable 10 am in St. Louis), unable to force myself back to sleep. Which was just as well, because we had an awesome day ahead.Breakfasting at a local diner (we were duly warned that the place was infested with old people), we were startled to see hail plummeting from a previously clear sky onto the open patio. Evidently, this drastic weather change isn't atypical for Denver. The previous week it had vacillated from mid-seventies to snow to rain within days. It's just mountain weather, I know, but it felt like seeing our whole trip in fast forward: the snowstorms in Washington and Minnesota, the heavy heat of the South, the earth-shaking thunderstorms of St. Louis, and on and on and on. By the time we were finished eating, the sun was back out and the sky was cloudless.
Cassie left for work (teaching music to 3 year olds, thank you very much) and Mike and I left for our lazy tool-around of Denver. It was Thursday and, since we didn't want to stop in Kansas (for any reason) the day before, our first step was to Mile High for comics. Mile High? More like Square-Mile In Area! More like Mile-oh-My It's Big! We were utterly dazzled, and we wandered through row after row of trade paperbacks, memorabilia, shirts, and posters with mouths hanging open. Hopefully Janet Pym didn't fly in.
From there, we drove to downtown Denver, to the site of what had been, four years ago, the site of my favorite dinner ever. I'm pretty sure the place has changed its name, but the idea is the same: a buffet of raw meat and veggies with a giant wok at the end. It's Mongolian BBQ at its best, and it's only (I think) in Denver. As we walked in the door we saw on one of the many TVs tuned to news channels that California courts had just overturned the ban on gay marriage in the state. We can't wait to get home and celebrate... we've never been prouder to be Californians.
A delicious dinner with our lovely hostess at a small and slightly awkward Thai place, and then we were eating Klondike bars in Cassie's kitchen, staying up way too late talking about old friends, real estate prices, and Cameron Diaz.
Today we listened to: Cassie and me singing songs from "Ragtime: The Musical" and remembering 8th grade.
Mystery words: "So... you know about what happened, right?"
Mike, Mike, Mike: astoriedyear.blogspot.com
2 comments:
Where have I been, how did we change, caught in this straaaange...New MUSIC?
(I put on a mini-musical later that day. Completely true. There was dancing and voices and everything.)
They totally have mongolian bbq in LA, just so you know. Also, kudos for the Janet Pym reference.
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