The rooftop bar

Last night we went downtown to LoDo's, which we had not yet tried out but really wound up liking it. Downstairs is a kind of college hangout type place, it was sort of similar to Croc's, I guess, but bigger and not nearly as crowded. But upstairs is a rooptop bar. It totally rocked. It's right across the street from The Tavern, which also has the roof top setup, and across from the Cowboy Lounge. We had a great time. We met a very nice man named Ryan who is a lawyer in California and was here checking things out, trying to decide whether he wanted to relocate here. We spent most of the evening with him and had a really good time. Dean joined us around 11, too. It eventually got sort of cold, so Ryan and I left LoDo's and tried out the Cowboy Lounge, which naturally I loved. I love the country scene around here. It rocks.

Strange events of last night. When Brady and I got downtown the original plan was to go to Sing Sing until we got there and discovered the massively large line outside and decided to find a different place. Anyways as we are walking through downtown we came up on a rather hairy, homeless man walking down the road. As it turns out, he was also perhaps foreign, as he had a very difficult time communicating his thoughts. We were walking toward him, at which point he turned to us and said something. I say "something" because it was nearly impossible to translate. At any rate, it came out like this: "Horrrrrrrrrr." With a R rolled. "Horrrrrrrrr." Now, after asking him to repeat himself four or five times, I came to the conclusion that the man was trying to tell Brady, "Hold her." As in, hold my hand, or hold my hair, or hold whatever he wanted to hold. The problem, however, is that our dear hairy friend was phonetically saying, "Whorrrrrrrrre." "Whorrrrrrrre." Yes, it's true, I was called a 'whore' by a nice homeless man in downtown Denver. Wow. What a night.

Also, as the bars were closing out last night there were a few Mexican men strolling around downtown dragging coolers behind them, carrying signs. From atop of LoDo's, I suspected that they were selling beer from these coolers. Brady disagreed and thought that they were selling bottled water. As it turns out, however, they were actually selling prewrapped burritos. Now, I would never in a trillion years eat a pre-prepared burrito out of a cooler in downtown Denver from a man I dont know, but Brady is slightly more adventurous and he bought two. Here's where the warnings come in: Be careful with those burritos. Seriously. We both took one bite in the car on the way home and they were so spicy we thought we were seriously going to die. No lie. This is coming from the girl who drinks whiskey out of the bottle. My throat was on fire and I couldn't breathe. Be careful.

OK, must go. Gotta get ready, working at J.Crew all afternoon. I have a few pictures from last night that I will post when I have more time. Hope everyone is doing great!