The Winner Is.

No decent pictures from today (which consisted of  a busy schedule: an interesting time at Tuscany's for coffee, Pandora for miscellaneous, Panera Bread for Stephen's soup and getting work done, the Highlands for an interview with Strut Shoes, Heidi's Brooklyn Deli for my late lunch/early dinner). Yesterday, however, we had to go to Cherry Creek for an interview with Oster (for watches). Pictures are as follows:

Very funny.

Rihanna boy who kept checking Stephen out HAHA.

Welcome to Civic Center Park.

 We live 5 minutes walking distance from here.

 This is the Denver Art Museum (where Matthew works), which is directly in front of the apartment.

That brick is my summer abode.

And I wasn't in this car ride but this is Kayla, our neighbor and fellow 303 writer.

Bingo.

GOODY. I can tell you all about my first Yelp Elite experience.

Well first off, yes, I am still an intern. I feel like people are getting confused as to whether or not I am here purely just to play or to put some stuff on my resume. So, yes, today I went to the office. And it was a long day (what more is there to say?).

 Oooo. So attractive.

Hm. It's funny how big his nose is, but how small his nostrils are.

I get many complaints about how I never smile.

So, I bought this dress my senior year of high school. This is my fourth time wearing it (which is a lot). But every time I wear it, I look like a little kid. So I'm giving it away or cutting it up or selling it for some rip-off price at Buffalo. Whichever offer entices me first is the winner.

Oh. I just realized I didn't tell you what the event was.

It was a wine tasting event at a bar called Indulge. We got to sample (a bit too many) of a red wine, Sea Mist white wine (which was delicious, and we were the first people ever to taste this wine), and a whiskey that tastes like "cream soda" (said this one lady). Sure. It tasted like cream. But not cream soda. I felt like gagging just smelling it so I took a half-sip and let it sit on the table. We also devoured all their appetizers.

Btw, "Mark" is of age. Stephen is not. Mark is Stephen's roommate.

Yeup. A little girl holding a glass of wine.

We met tons of people. Crazy cool dudes and dudettes. Many +1's. Many veteran Yelpers. One woman said the LA Elite events are MUCH different from the Denver ones because LA has like 500 people and no such thing as mingling. We played bingo and didn't win anything. We were definitely the youngest of the bunch by maybe 5-10 years. I expected that.

My Yelp breath mints.

As a side note (which is actually pretty exciting), the Denver Elite director or whatever (who looks like a rad girl and all but you can't help but wonder how she loves Yelp more than I do and then decided she really wanted to take the position to be head of all Elite Yelpers in the area) notified me saying congrats on being on this week's newsletter as a Top Yelper. I had no idea what she was talking about until I actually opened the newsletter and saw my picture.

Well wattaya know! One month of Yelping in Denver gives me so much recognition-- they love me!

Say Anything.

Met the most good looking man in my life today. No lie. He's the same model who told me I have beautiful hair a few months ago. Except I went to talk to him today to hook my friend up, and instead, ended up falling in love with him myself (at least I had the balls to talk to him!).

Oh yeah, I forgot to say (because it's honestly not worth mentioning), but...he's gay. Straighter than any straight guy, but unfortunately for me, not into my luscious locks in that way.
I'll be decorating my room with his photoshoot pictures for all of you to see.

Anyway, finally got paid for my article that published this month. I'm really bummed out that there's no release party! Of all the months...

Anyway, enough is enough. Tomorrow is my first Elite event! Goodnight.

Day Late.

After being in a rom-com watching streak, and after doing some Facebook picture back tracking, and after back tracking Dailybooth, I finally mustered up a different kind of mood other than hot, sweaty, lazy, and bored; which resulted in writing in this blog. I'm in the writing kind of mood now, which is good because I should probably start on my little 400-word write up for September's issue (how wonderful, I won't even be here).

I missed church today. I fell asleep at 5 in the morning while talking depressing things with my summer roommate in the dark, and my alarm went off two hours later to get ready.

Snooze.

Some other messages on my phone went off (which sleeps next to my head every night). And then, rise and shine by 11AM. But I already knew I was going to miss church.

I'm really looking forward to going back home. Before, it didn't matter much to me. I think now that I have this opportunity, I'm grateful for it. And thinking about it now, I really need it. I need to be there for my family for the remainder of the summer.

You Versus The Sea. That DLD song always gets to me when it's night. Or Birthday Gallery. I just remembered what conclusion I came to about my favorite band: they've vanished into thin air. Too lazy to really do what Kenny Choi says he'll do, and too absorbed in the simplicities of life. No more tours. No more traveling in vans. No more pit stops for fast food at 3AM. No more 5'2" Asian fan girls.
I would stop if I were him too, especially if I started at 15.

So DLD put me in this mood, and so did looking at old pictures. Right now, I have this really sharp feeling in my chest because I realized that I had a lot of things I wanted to say to Joyce. A lot of things I wish I had said and done before she left us behind. I just wished she would have known what I would say before she left. Maybe it wasn't as cliche as "I love you" (because it unfortunately wasn't-- not because I don't love her, but just because I'm not an affectionate person and I rarely say "I love you" in the first place. Isn't that a good thing in a way?), but it was definitely along the lines of "I really appreciate you and I didn't know how much I meant to you." It didn't hit me how much she loved our high school group. It didn't hit me how fond she was of me until I got a personal email from her roommate when it happened. "She used to talk about you a lot," she wrote. That was my heart's cue to finally release some emotional pain.

I was gonna ask her too, when she came to Denver, to teach me how she did her hair all crazy like in her Dailybooth picture. That was seriously nuts!

Two Month Celebration.

To kick off the celebration, after midnight, July 15 (two months since my arrival in Denver), we had a tea party in front of the art museum.

We ended up sitting on a bunch of ants and freaked out for a good 10 minutes. 

To start, nengmyun and kalbi in Aurora. Hot picture, by the way.

Went to Washington Park with Sebastian from Cruel Intentions.

Welcome to the Safari Disco Club!

After MUCH, MUCH pestering, whining, crying, shouting from Sebastian, I finally gave in and went PEDALING in the lake.

In the evening, Sarah came over (hahahaha) and we explored Denver on a Friday night.

This picture (despite how much I hate it) made me realize how much I'm starting to look like my sister (with the ever-present appearance of my brother).

And ended the night at Denver Diner.

So how does it feel to be two months into Denver's culture and lifestyle? I don't know, stop asking me. It's as if I live here.

Je Ne Sais Pas.

Yesterday was Bomi's 21st, which was celebrated at Paramount Cafe downtown. Finally, a place where we could meet up that wasn't driving distance. Ironically, we asked Soy and Chris to pick us up because it was pouring by the time we needed to leave.

Finally saw Aggie after she served us in Mikuni way back in May.

Chris and Soy

Last night, I realized how much it must have sucked to be here without a plus-one. I guess I've just never experienced that because the majority of my friends at home are so independent and on their own (aka single). I kind of like that about us.

Birthday girl.

By the way, I'm completely traumatized by looking at pictures of my hair. It's brown again. Only on top, again. And though I never get compliments for putting the effort of making my hair look wavy, I always stick to it, and then always end up realizing it doesn't look the way it does when I look in the mirror. So I'm directionless. I don't know what to do with my hair. I suppose I'll dye it black when I go home in two weeks. As for my long mane, je ne sais pas.

Pretty Radical.

I'M ON MY WAY TO BECOMING PART OF THE DENVER ELITE SQUAD ON YELP!

Thanks to whoever nominated me. If it's someone I don't know, that's pretty awesome! If it's someone I do know, I appreciate it. To everyone else who has been giving me feedback on my reviews ("useful," "funny," "cool"), THANKS!

I'm super excited. Stephen hopes that Yelp is not my newfound passion, but who knows :)