Ok, I know I'm overdue, but I've been trotting around a bit. I never thought it would be cooler in New Mexico than in Denver! While I can't quite be friends with rum again yet, I can tell you about my pre-trip adventures and my sun soaked summer nights in the good old 303.
A week or so ago, at the start of this lovely heatwave is when I believe we became true Denverites. Not because we've been here nearly 6 months, or for any date derived reason, but because we (mainly I) decided that heat wave be damned! We were going to go ride our bikes around Wash Park!... during peak heat. FYI for those meteorological newbies like myself this does not occur at noon as it does in the East but rather between 3-4pm. And, we were not alone! Like other bike loving Denver hipsterites, we hit the paths surrounded by other like-minded maniacs. We even bought ice cream from the shady ice cream stand by the boathouse, and ate cherries in the shade while the grass tickled our toes....
Later that evening, we went to the infamous Rock Bar on Colfax. The best little dive bar in Denver. It's inside a super sketch motel (we took bets on what the rooms looked like: Quater massaging beds? Round Beds? Mirrors on the ceilings? Water beds?) where there was even a special appearance by McLovin' himself in all his tube sock glory! But-lest I disparage this little gem too much, let me tell you, it has the BEST dancing anywhere I've been so far (thanks in part to my new friend DJ Gatsby). No cover charge, and the best booty shakin' tunes you could ask for 'till 2 AM. The drink selection is...limited, but the people watching is gold. That is, if you can take a break from dancing long enough to look around. I highly recommend you check it out and bring your dancing shoes!
Until next time,
xo
About Me
- Sara
- Denver, CO, United States
- Adventurer, wanderer, explorer extraordinaire. I love travel, yoga, photography, and cooking. I often pretend like I'm crafty, have a black rescue cat. This is the chronicling of my life from recent college grad with a degree in my pocket (with honors, thank you very much) and no immediate job prospects on the horizon--That little tidbit could be due to the fact that my boyfriend and I recently decided one day over cereal, "Hey! You know what would be a good idea? How about we uproot our stable lives, quit our jobs and move to Denver?!" And so we did. Just like that. We left the comfort of our 1100sq ft home and all our friends, ceremoniously quit our jobs and hit the road. One U-Haul, two cars, and one storage unit later, here we are! Livin' the dream in a cousin's basement and trolling the interwebs for employment in search for a better life in the Mile High City--To present day where we are living the dream in West Wash Park and planning our wedding after 3 wonderful and eventful years, in the 303.
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