Monday, May 7

It Wasn't Funny When It Happened

If there was one day I have really been looking forward to, it was Saturday, May 05, 2007- Denver Day. There aren’t words to explain how ‘funny-now-but-not-funny-then’ Saturday was. I’ll try though:
+We showed up in Downtown Denver, planning to drive by the capitol first. One problem- pretty much all of the roads downtown were closed for Cinco de Mayo.
+ From 16th Street we could see the Cinco de Mayo parade happening on the next block, so I got overly excited and we headed over to see the parade. But the parade was where it all began. First let me say that this parade, although comical as all parades are (in my opinion) was a disaster. They kept stopping. And not normal parade stops. Looooong stops. Long enough for the horses to poop and us smell it while the horses were still standing there.
At least this tiny kid and his pony were cute. But they just sat there, foreber...


+We went to see the capitol from there, but couldn’t really get close, because the Cinco de Mayo festival (the largest in the nation, by the way) had taken over downtown. So this is the closest I got. Lame…
+From the capitol, it was off to Sakura Square. But let me not give away all the terrible-ness all at once. For starters, we took the free bus down 16th street… Free bus, as in teenagers making out right in front of us. Ickers.
+ Sakura Square. Are there words to describe how terrible this was? I think not. In the tourist guide map thingy, this is the description: “It is a very popular tourist spot for national and international tourists, and it is commonly known by the nickname "Tiny Tokyo" in reference to bustling and historic Tokyo, Japan. The City and County of Denver as well as the American media embrace the community as a "vital part of the city".
I’m not sure what to say, except that these are lies… all lies. See the store front to the left here? They call this vital? Trust me when I tell you that the only life, the only excitement there is on my face (above). My face of utter disbelief. It was comical how terrible this place was. Really… terrible.
+We walked on, since we had planned on having lunch there, which was obviously now out of the question. We looked and looked for a good spot. Jeff made up in his head where one place was, and when we finally found it, it was closed.
+Finally, we ended up, around 2, at Ted’s Montana Grill. I loved it. Unfortunately, Jeff’s burger was more than rare in the middle. It was uncooked. Yow. Like inedible…
+When we arrived at Ted’s Montana Grill, it was sunny and like 70+ degrees, so we sat outside. In 20 minutes though, it was around 50 or 60 and raining. We froze our tushies off.
+From there, it was time to go to Molly Brown House. Getting there was an endeavor. Like I said, because of the Cinco de Mayo festival, the roads downtown were blocked. We barely made it in time for the last tour of the day.
+Our tour guide was a trip. Like, not that good, but I’m cracking up now just thinking about her. She kept her eyes closed the whole time, but had these GIGANTOR glasses on her face. Glasses from the 80’s. Which is weird, considering she kept her eyes closed. Every time she finished her spiel in a room of the house, she would ask ‘Are there any questions?’ The gaping silence following these questions must have been the most awkward minutes of my life. Crickets…. And then she would move on. It was like, ‘Bueller? Bueller?’ Only not funny…
+There were weird things there, like this:










+It was raining when we left.
+Which meant that it was snowing up in the mountains where we were staying.
+Which meant that I had to get back up the mountain if I wanted to make sure I could leave in the morning.
+Which meant that I didn’t get to see Aqualung in concert, live, in Denver. …tear… :(

The day was just… not what I expected. Not at all. But I think that’s what makes the best memories. Really, I can’t get over how ‘not-great’ most of the day was, and I’m thinking… Denver day was great. You know what I mean, right? Like when the flower girl dumps the entire basket of flowers at the back of the aisle and then runs away… or when you jokingly call someone dyslexic, and they tell you that they actually are… You get the point. It was classic… I won’t soon forget it. Hope you enjoyed reading about the disaster that was Saturday. And I hope you have a day like this (in a good way)!