Snow snow snow

So ignore the fact that this is two days late. I shall be talking about my second to last and last day in Vail.

I didn't really feel like skiing the second day there. I would've much rather gone to explore Denver. So I did. And what a beautiful view I had along the way there.


Once there, the first thing I had to see was the Denver Art Museum. I think I described this as the Walt Disney Concert Hall, without the curves. I guess that's vaguely accurate.


Now, this is supposedly art. I would beg to differ.


But it wasn't the sculpture itself that tickled me. It was the plaque in front of it.

har har har.

The museum turned out to be quite interesting. The other part of it, the Hamilton Building, looked like the Bastille. Huh. And the works within actually outdid LACMA in some senses. Some Mondrian here, some Monet there. Throw in some Picasso, Lichtenstein, Andy Warhol...hell, the gang's all here. Definitely a good choice to go there.

As I walked up a flight of the museum's stairs, I saw this looking up at me.

I love little violations of private space. They make me laugh.

walked through a park that looked like it was straight out of ancient Rome, then headed to the 16th Street Mall. Think 3rd Street Promenade, but with public transportation. Lots of shops, eateries, theaters, etc.

Cool, but overly commercialized. But then, what did I expect?

Had lunch at the Paramount Cafe, which had a plethora of strange burgers. Bison, ostrich, etc. I went for an Elk Burger with barbecue sauce, swiss cheese, and bacon. The elk looked and tasted like an Angus 1/3 pounder from McDonald's. Not gamey at all. How disappointing. But the bacon was thick and crispy, the sauce bland and useless. The onion rings it came with were thick-cut, but that's pretty much the only redeeming factor. They tasted like paper.


Then went to the Denver Contemporary Art Museum, which didn't allow photography. All I can say is, the conceptual aspects of MOCA and LACMA on steroids. Tilting my head to the right did little to make the "art" make any sense to me. Bleh.

Headed back over to Vail, explored the village some more and took pictures of random oddities. Like this ice sculpture.


Went out to dinner with the Cojab family, a lovely bunch that my parents do business with. Their kids were unspeakably adorable. I can confidently say that without it compromising my masculinity in any way, shape, or form.


We ordered a whole bunch of plates (the restaurant was Italian) and split it family style. The restaurant really felt like a traditional Italian place, not that I know what that would be. But if I did, I would imagine it to look like that. Servers were friendly and knew when and when not to bother the customers. Very savvy.

Now, I gravitated towards the Penne ala Vodka, which was loaded with prosciutto. Very exciting. The sauce wasn't too overpowering, there was only a hint of Vodka flavor, and the meat was delicious.


We did the same family-type deal for dessert. Flourless chocolate cake, chocolate gelato (which had such a high temperature for a gelato that I mistook it for mousse at first), and creme brulee. I was smiling.




Next day: explored Vail for a little bit before I had to leave.

This was at a fur store. Empirical evidence that rich people have too much money on their hands.


Here's that place I went for dinner the first night. I found the architecture charming and warm. Might as well have been in the Alps or something.


And if only I had a tripod, I would do a long exposure of the creek that ran through the town. Oh well.


Now, it turns out that there's a drive-thru barbecue joint called Nick and Jim's or something or other. So of course, I had to go there. The brisket sandwich was a big weak (read:boring) and it came dry. Personally, I like mine drenched in sauce. But hey, it was drive-thru and I was starving. I ate it and enjoyed it.


I find this picture of the area around Denver so incredibly dull, that I actually like it. Weird.


and then I arrived at home, crammed for all my makeup tests, went to school and bitched about the Lit essay.

Then I saw Ashley. We had an awesome running-start hug. Oh, how I missed her hugs. And her too, of course.

Anyways, Sabrina and Alex were matching :D


And in Bio, I told Justin to hold the camera really close to his face and take a picture. Fisheyes can make one look extremely unattractive XD


and now, I must prepare for Class Comp. And think of ways to get out of class. This shall be quite an adventure in its own right...