There are certain aspects about living in CO that I'm still adjusting to. Food is one of them. You guys know me, I love food! Growing up in New York and now living out here has made one thing perfectly clear. I am a pizza snob! It's really hard to find good thin crust pizza out here. It's not like there aren't colleges with hungry students looming around. What gives? Also, for those of you who are soft serve lovers...I have yet to come across a soft serve ice cream stand. You know...like Footies. They just don't exist. And for the last time...Subway subs aren't real! So for those of you considering the move...I'm just giving you a heads up.
However, two things you'll never run out of...really good Mexican food and Starbucks! You're pretty much guaranteed to find Starbucks no matter where you are. In fact...some shopping plazas I've seen have one on each end of the parking lot. Down town Denver has a Starbucks on pretty much every corner. It's true, people who live in Denver walk around with shaking hands looking all jittery. Caffeine high. Ask anyone. What's amusing is that when they ice your coffee it costs more!
Real Mexican though...you can't beat it with a stick. It's unavoidable out here. Breakfast burritos kick some major butt cheeks. Something that always makes me laugh though...you can go down any block and come across authentic Mexican food...no problem, but the parking lot of Across the Boarder is always full. Mexican Applebees...What is wrong with people?! Just this morning my boss brought me a breakfast burrito and it was delicious.
So pretty much every trip back home to NY, I plan out just what restaurants I'm going to hit up. King subs, Pudgies, Melody Land...how crazy am I?! No, really?
My last trip home was amazing. I had such a great time! It went by so fast. On my way back I packed my suitcase full of wine and marinades. I brought back some Lucas Tugboat Red and now one of my friends out here is addicted and wants to order a case. I really do love New York. People might act like a$$ h*les when they drive, but out here, they actually drive like a$$ h*les. Mike can attest to that. I've never seen his middle finger fly out the window so often. Also, South Park really does exist and soon enough Mike and I are going to head to Cave of the Winds to try to get a glance of Man Bear Pig.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
Root Root Root for the Home Team
I've been known to spend the 4th of July listening to my dad play in the Old Timers Band at Little York, watching fireworks, eating hot dogs, drinking some beers, and hanging out at Virgil Stock. Like the rest of this year, our holiday was a little different than usual, but definitely one that won't be forgotten.
Our roommate Jason had extra tickets to the Rockies vs. Mets game and even though Mike and I are pretty much broke, we decided to splurge and buy the tickets anyway. This was my first Major League baseball game and to top it off there was going to be a fireworks show at the end, so there was no passing up this one. (A girls gotta have some fun sometimes.) We got to our seats...5th row center field (home run territory)...early enough to watch the players being called out onto the field. About 3/4 of the way through the National Anthem, 4 military jets flew over in formation which was a fantastic way to start out the night.
Mike and I had a great time from start to finish. The Rockies kicked some major ass. We almost caught a home run if the fat dude in front of us hadn't deflected the ball 6 feet to the left. The music was loud and cheesy, the beer was cold, and the fans were in the mood to make some noise. At one point the wave went around the stadium 3 times and after having a couple beers I was jumping out of my seat, hands in the air, screaming with the rest of the crazies. The game ended with the Rockies stomping the Mets something like 17-6.
After the game, our section was ushered down to sit on center field to watch the fireworks show. Yes...we were going to be sitting on center field of the Rockies Stadium at our first game. I have a feeling that there were some jealous natives. On the way, I decided to stop in the bathroom that was along the hall. I had to pee and it wasn't going to wait. I couldn't get the door to lock and I didn't have time to mess around so I decided to take my chances. Mid-hover some jerk walking through kicked open the door, but luckily my cat like reflexes kicked in and my pants were up before anyone walking past could see me peeing. (That was just a little side story for all of you who know about my shy bladder.)
Any who...so we were herded down under the stadium and then onto the field. It was awesome! Mike and I ducked under the ropes a little early and got yelled at by some old guy, but because we are so bad ass we just kept walking. I had the option to sit on a blanket, but there was no way I was going to pass up sitting on the nicest grass my ass cheeks will ever rest on. The fireworks were amazing. One of the best shows I've ever seen.
So that's how Mike and I spent our first 4th of July out in Colorado. It was one for the books.
Our roommate Jason had extra tickets to the Rockies vs. Mets game and even though Mike and I are pretty much broke, we decided to splurge and buy the tickets anyway. This was my first Major League baseball game and to top it off there was going to be a fireworks show at the end, so there was no passing up this one. (A girls gotta have some fun sometimes.) We got to our seats...5th row center field (home run territory)...early enough to watch the players being called out onto the field. About 3/4 of the way through the National Anthem, 4 military jets flew over in formation which was a fantastic way to start out the night.
Mike and I had a great time from start to finish. The Rockies kicked some major ass. We almost caught a home run if the fat dude in front of us hadn't deflected the ball 6 feet to the left. The music was loud and cheesy, the beer was cold, and the fans were in the mood to make some noise. At one point the wave went around the stadium 3 times and after having a couple beers I was jumping out of my seat, hands in the air, screaming with the rest of the crazies. The game ended with the Rockies stomping the Mets something like 17-6.
After the game, our section was ushered down to sit on center field to watch the fireworks show. Yes...we were going to be sitting on center field of the Rockies Stadium at our first game. I have a feeling that there were some jealous natives. On the way, I decided to stop in the bathroom that was along the hall. I had to pee and it wasn't going to wait. I couldn't get the door to lock and I didn't have time to mess around so I decided to take my chances. Mid-hover some jerk walking through kicked open the door, but luckily my cat like reflexes kicked in and my pants were up before anyone walking past could see me peeing. (That was just a little side story for all of you who know about my shy bladder.)
Any who...so we were herded down under the stadium and then onto the field. It was awesome! Mike and I ducked under the ropes a little early and got yelled at by some old guy, but because we are so bad ass we just kept walking. I had the option to sit on a blanket, but there was no way I was going to pass up sitting on the nicest grass my ass cheeks will ever rest on. The fireworks were amazing. One of the best shows I've ever seen.
So that's how Mike and I spent our first 4th of July out in Colorado. It was one for the books.
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