Day off in Denver
It’s 10am, and I’m at my kitchen table drinking coffee in my pajamas. Julie is still asleep – I can’t blame her, she drove 1,200 miles to get here. We had dinner with joeljoeljoel (SHOUT OUT) at the Cherry Cricket last night – have I mentioned that Denver is a destination? Since I moved here 3 weeks ago, I’ve met up with at least 5 out-of-town friends who have just randomly been in my new city.
That is an invitation, by the way.
Because Julie is here, I’m taking today off of work to go explore the city a bit. The plan is to walk to the downtown public library (because I drive past it every day, and it is gorgeous), maybe stroll through the Denver Art Museum, hoof it to REI, and the whole time, keep our eyes out for a place to have dinner tonight.
Tomorrow, we’ll head to Colorado Springs to be with my mom and our friend Lisa, and on Sunday morning, we’ll go on a long run.
I am so thankful for easy, low-maintenance friends. Julie doesn’t care that I don’t have a couch or a TV, or that we went to bed before 11 last night. We can’t be exciting all the time – and the ones who know this about us and honestly don’t care? They are keepers.