So I am loving this city so much lately (if you’ve read some of my other posts you’ll know that I just moved into a turn-of the-last-century apartment in the Capitol Hill neighborhood of Denver) and this weekend Denver just knocked it out of the park. Work was tedious and stressful yesterday, but my wonderful friends drove all the way from Boulder to come and see my new place. We drank wine, played board games, admired the cats, and then headed out to enjoy some nightlife. Drinks and pizza at City O’ City (my new favorite place), and then some fried confection at Voodoo Doughnuts. Needless to say, I slept in this morning. It was the first time in a looooong time that I had no obligations to get up for, and the temperature was cool enough that sleeping was comfortable. When I did finally get up I heard crowds. Cheering. And honking. And more cheering.
Denver Pride Fest 2017 was happening right in Cap Hill and my apartment was at the epicenter. I had seen plenty of flags and colorfully dressed people the night before but figured most of the festivities must have happened Saturday while I was at work in Louisville. I was wrong! I threw on my lemon tree dress- a colorful summer print seemed very appropriate for the occasion- grabbed my Nikon, and headed out into the festivities. I happened to catch most of the pride parade as it passed by on Colfax Ave. The cheering, the glee, the colors, the emotions were all running high today. Here are some of my favorite photos.
It’s Day 2 here in Seattle, WA and so far this day is magnificent. I mean, if you ignore the blasting wind and off and on rain. It would be quite pleasant and mild without the wind, but c’est la vie. Last night I learned all about the seedy underbelly of life as a parental in Puyallup. Puyallup is a small city south of Seattle. It looks all cute from the outside- coffee shops, pizza places, schools, neat little houses- but as I learned the people that live in those neat little houses are bloodthirsty. It all began when my aunt, mother of my cousin, Jackson, who is in 6th grade, not-so-innocently invited me to join her for a meeting with some of the other parents to discuss a 6th grade class party at the end of the school year. It’s February now, and school lets out in June, so they have four long months to discuss exactly how they are going to ruin the end of their childrens’ last year in elementary school. Sure a party for the kids sounds like a good idea, and it would be, if it weren’t for their thin, blonde, bored mothers, who want to throw a party for themselves that the kids get to tag along to. The meeting of the Beasts was held in a house that reminded me of the model home from the show Arrested Developement. If you don’t know what I’m talking about: STOP. Go to Netflix. Watch the show. Proceed. Anyway, this was a house filled with wine and the worst intentions. We sat there for around 40 minutes as they discussed their plans for the party. We left at the chitchat descended. Almost nothing had been accomplished. It was an interesting social experiment to listen to these mother’s who clearly could not hear themselves. Good luck 6th graders.
On to today! Today I slept in, which is a rare feat for me. I managed to catch the last Sounder train into the city, and I got off at King Street Station, which is right in the middle of Chinahtown. It’s also where I got off yesterday to wander around. Having trekked the area already, I caught another train further north and disembarked in the Capitol Hill neighborhood, where I am currently sitting at Oddfellows Cafe enjoying my cappuccino and a cup of soup. Both are delicious. It’s quite crowded in here (it’s the lunch rush), but the waiter/barista working behind the counter I’m sitting at was friendly and helpful right off the bat. I managed to gesture that I needed a laaaarge cup of coffee and he understood immediately. This cafe is sizeable, and mostly seems to be a restaurant. The decor is turn of the century chic, and there is apparently a bookstore attached. I can’t wait to investigate that! All of the servers look like people I want to be when I grow up. The cappuccino is fully living up to Seattle expectations (and the adorable sea foam green mug and saucer, with a tiny spoon and cube of brown sugar doesn’t hurt). The soup is a minestrone and is hot, spicy, and savory. Perfect on this blustery day.
That’s all for now. I’m about to finish my drink and head on to the bookstore. More later!
I got off the plane in Seattle, WA about two hours ago and it has taken me this long to get a bowl of cappuccino in front of me. This is the CITY of coffee. I couldn’t be more excited about that fact, and I am currently sampling my first taste in a cafe called Zeitgeist, located near Pioneer Square. I’ve been to Seattle a few times before, but my knowledge of the city and it’s neighborhoods is very minimal. Thus when I got onto the train that heads from SeaTac into the city I pretty much picked a random stop somewhere in the middle of the map. I ended up in China town and started walking. It’s been raining heavily off and on- and I mean it pours for ten minutes and then the sun comes out, and then repeat. I dashed inside Zeitgeist after ignoring several other cafes that looked more chain-y and less interesting. The theme in this cafe is appropriate: world exploration. There are old globes scattered around, blown up black and white photos of children looking at globes, and old coffee pots and various caffeine making machines on display. This place was clearly once part of a factory: the ceiling goes up and up and is a networks of beams and cross beams. One wall is brick, one is drywall, and one is a big window looking out into the nearby streets. Zeitgeist is pretty size able and business is booming. The baristas are polite and efficient, dare I say even friendly. Friendlier than I would be in a Seattle coffee shop during rush hour, anyway.
The other patrons here look as though they all have important financial or marketing jobs. Everyone looks to be under forty and well dressed. There are plenty of open Macs on the counters lining the big windows. At the tables energetic young professionals talk about whatever they talk about over delicious looking sandwiches and salads. I’m clearly a traveler with my two backpacks and my casual clothing, but not really all that out of place.
Next to my trusty iPad is my big beautiful bowl of cappuccino. There’s plenty of espresso under that foam! It tastes much like a cappuccino I might have had in Denver or Madison though, so the jury is still out on all the coffee hype and what that tastes like exactly. Now the sun is coming out again,so hopefully it’s still out there when I leave Zeitgeist and continue my exploration. Is that a National Parks store across the street…?