We went to an independent bookstore and bought un-used books. We went to the REI flagship store. I bought woolie socks and tried on this hat.
I had my tarot cards read. My outcome was the Fool. Read into that what you will. We went to a funky shop and looked at sock monkeys.
I bought a pretty journal, some soap and dark chocolate.
At dinner time, we interrupted our meal to catch moths in our hands and let them go outside, unharmed. And remember how I said my Rocky Mountain high was completely natural. Not entirely. I had another one of my famous migraines so I was a little (a lot) stoned on Vicodin. But I fit right in.
We're already plotting a return trip wherein I bring the whole family. My uncle Jay is a serious mountaineer and Jim and I are wannabee mountaineers but in reality would probably get lost in a cereal bowl, so Jay has agreed to take us out on an overnight trek to make sure we don't accidentally fall in a crevice or off a cliff or under an avalanche. And Kathy, who is an art teacher, is going to stay with the kids and let them go wild with temperas and sparkles and beads and they will think they have died and gone to heaven. Win, win, win.
I wonder when Colorado day is? I'd like to know. It's a fine place and I would celebrate by getting just a little high on Vicodin and wearing the state flag.
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blog posts: 21
most popular: my big Australian crush
new flags: 7
Vicodin consumed: still no idea
coyote sightings: sadly, none
trips to Denver: 1
pounds lost: inverse of goal