Colorado’s weather is seriously schizophrenic. Yesterday I wished I’d worn shorts, it was so hot. Today I had to brush snow off of my car. Now it’s just cold and windy, sun peeking through the clouds just a bit.
It’s a hangover day, too. Last night was this “crush party” at the Hi-Dive — it was fun, but by the time we got there I wasn’t that into the whole crush thing. The idea was that you would pay $1 to send a pin to someone in the bar, and they could pay $1 to find out who sent it… But I hung out with Lacey and Erica and some work friends. And drank too much. Awesome.
Today I woke up ridiculously early and wanted to go on a long walk (I’ve found that helps with hangovers), but the weather was atrocious… Cold I can handle, but wet is icky. Sam was up, so I went over there and we watched High Fidelity, which is a movie I love (not as much as the book, but still). I started thinking that there are very few books/movies/shows about neurotic men, while there are lots and lots about neurotic women (Carrie Bradshaw, Meredith Gray, Bridget Jones). I mean, not counting Woody Allen films, I can think of very few…
Also today: I went to the new Nordstrom, even though I can’t say I was that excited about it opening in Cherry Creek. I didn’t buy anything there (maybe in a few years if I get a wildly unexpected few raises). Christopher and I went to the DAM to see Artisans and Kings — totally not my style, and I hate looking at art among hoards of people who are listening dutifully to their audio guides. I hate audio guides, too. I wish I didn’t — I could probably learn a lot — but there you have it. Unfortunately the whole selling point of the show is to “discover the stories behind the art,” which I refused to do. My loss, I suppose. On a good note, I did find the catalog from a previous show, RADAR, on sale for $10.
And that was my Sunday. To be continued this evening with hot (dairy-free) chocolate in a bit, and making something hearty for dinner that will last me a few days… Probably the risotto I always make (it’s tasty day after day).