Strenuous.

This was by far the most strenuous day of my life, in terms of trudging through 24 hours.

It was a normal day. My fever had worn off, but my body was still aching. I talked to both my parents this morning. It's been a while since I directly talked with my father.

I hate it when people post up stupid conversations they have with their moms via text because no one thinks it's cute except for yourself. Everyone has a quirky mom-- we get it. Then I figured, at least I'm not putting it up on the pretentious world of Facebook, but on my personal blog.

Really without any reason, we went to Rooster and Moon for a smoothie and iced coffee. Their coffee seems to be ill suiting for me. Too strong. So really, I have no reason to be there all the time.

He was reading with his fruity smoothie.

And I was writing with my iced coffee.

This flower reminded me of my mom. Almost all small, wild flowers remind me of my mom.

By this hour, I was MISERABLE. Cold, hot, cold, hot. But still, I walked all over the CU Denver campus.

After we got back from our walk, this happened.

Since I was suddenly feeling fine and dandy, and unexpectedly, Stephen was feeling ill and was sent home early from work, after he took a nap and I wrote that blog entry, we went to Lime for Taco Tuesday ($1 tacos and $4 margaritas...which I passed, mostly for health and weight issues). Honestly, the food wasn't that great.

For some odd reason, we noticed that Lime had to be THE place for gays to hang out (there's also a dj/bar on the other side), or THE place for a gay to bring their fag hag (aka straight girls like me).

We explored Larimer Square.

Went inside The Market and found copies of 303.

There's our Pride issue.

And after The Market, we went to Jamba Juice, skeptical that it was open at 10:30PM. Lo and behold, an extremely attractive boy (in the most unorthodox way possible) was working behind the counter. Nasty black hair, but brilliant blue eyes and a charming smile. Nice, talkative personality to go along with it. We made light conversation.

I wouldn't be surprised if he was in high school too. But that won't stop me from applying there tomorrow.

Good night world.

Indoors.

Yesterday I spent the day in our little box and didn't take a single step out the door. It was one of those days where my desperation to go anywhere-but-here succumbed to my weak body's unwillingness to do so. Instead, Matthew came over for dinner with Pinot Noir, which I opted out of (thanks for the wine, sriracha, garlic, and chopping the veggies).

Because I was feeling ill for the day and couldn't go to Famous Dave's happy hour with Jihee and Brad, they came over to stop by and hung around for a bit. (No pictures of Jihee! None of these were taken by me anyway).

And then of course, I spent the rest of the night finding things online--with a major headache.

By the way, whoever said My Big Fat Greek Wedding is a good chick flick is also the worst movie critic ever and I will never trust your opinion again! 

Lagged.

Today feels like a lazy Saturday. Good thing I have no work today. These pictures are from last week when we went to hang out with Sarah in Aurora ("A-town," says D-Seong). She then took us downtown where everything was closed and her visit was almost useless.

Two-fisted Mario's gave us bad service last time so we complained and got free pizza. It was delicious and worth the judgemental eyes.

Fashion, Queers, And Naked Bodies.

The fashion show/release party was....a surreal opportunity. The show wasn't great, but it was my first time being in a professional "party" environment with a two hour cocktail session. But I was checking everyone in so I had to sit down, yell in people's ears, and cross off names.

Guess who's modeling in the back? (GROSS).

The black guy has such a nice body. Apparently he just graduated from high school. Yuck.

I've never seen so many gay guys gushing over something like little girls, though I can't blame them ;)

Meet Noah. The intern who kept interrogating me and forcing me to go to Tracks for the after party.

Meet Matthew Marchetti. My favorite 23 year old Coloradoan.

Meet the drag queen. Jk.

HAHA.

So there were two different sections of Tracks. One side was 99.9% gay with gay music (.1% being me and this one other guy I don't know), and the other side was 99.9% straight with super ghetto music (.1% being the gays I was with). Above is a picture of the ghetto side.

They bring out this flamboyant side of me. Well, maybe not Matthew. He's too composed.

Jayme was there!

Afterwards, we met up with Boomi. Matthew and I tried to go to McDonald's while Stephy and Boomi went elsewhere. Drive-thru was our only option, and even that option wasn't really an option.

So we settled with Tom's Diner and ended the night enjoying a rare time like this.

How was my first magazine event? It's probably what makes working at a tedious office worth it all.

Paris On The Platte.

Turns out that Matthew Marchetti flaked on us that night. I made curry but thank God he flaked because it sucked. Instead, we had a trio roommate dinner with Mark.

Afterwards, we wanted to go for a walk. We were at Tattered Cover for a while, I read an excerpt from Annie Leonard's Story of Stuff (it's in book form now!)

Ended up making a journey to Paris on the Platte. It was kind of a solemn night.

 Here's story time: we're at Paris on the Platte around 9:30PM MST. Paris on the Platte is like the cool hang out place that closes late, like many other independently owned cafes in any city. These four guys walk in and sit at a booth (pictured above). They order coffee. None of them speak to each other. They just sit there doing their own thing. Two are knitting, one is reading, and the other is staring off into space. It was so bizzare that I couldn't stop staring. I think they are the indiest kids I have seen in Denver thusfar. The rest of the people here are 16 year old girls who have pink hair and wear black suspenders and fingerless gloves.

Tonight is the release party for 303's "Pride" issue. I'm working the guest list and my dress code is to wear all black. I'll let you know how that goes, since I have no plus-one to this --quite literally-- "gay" event.