It’s unofficially summer in the Mile High City and I couldn’t be happier about it. I think what I love most about summer is that when the first sunny day hits, people instantly ignore all rules of social normalcy. Finally we’re getting somewhere, people. Summer is everyone’s excuse to let loose and do whatever they want because no one really cares. Like Saturday in Wash Park… I was running off the margs from Friday night’s Foco trip and got treated to some quality summer sites. Here are a few of my faves:
1. Pants are optional. I saw a few women walking around wearing only bikini bottoms and tank tops. So naturally I wanted to join in, but I guess there’s a difference between undies and bikini bottoms… at least that’s what the officer said when he gave me my ultimatum. Who knew? So I guess pants are only optional if a swimsuit is involved. Thanks for letting me in on that little secret after the fact. Kidding, by the way... kind of.
2. Shirts are a suggestion. I saw everything from manboobies to beerbellies to sort-of-six packs to teeny weeny bikinis to hair cardigans on Saturday. God I love summer. Even though I've seen heaps of hair cardigans in my lifetime, every time I see a new one, I turn into a 5-year-old girl who’s just walked into a pet store. I just want to reach out and touch one. Ew. OK that was a lie. I’ve thought about handing out razors to the rrrrreally hairy ones (you know, just as a subtle hint), but then I’m reminded of this super creepy guy who used to walk around my hometown and drop razors on the sidewalks, telling people the world was ending. (True story.) I always wondered what happened to that guy…
3. Beer. For breakfast, lunch, mid-day snack, dinner, fifth meal, sixth, seventh, twelfth… there’s really nothing better than this little summer rule. Raise your hand if you hate getting day drunk… if your hand is raised right now, please leave my blog and never come back. Thanks. I watched some Fratty McBrosefs carrying six-packs, cases and kegs into the park. Um, did I mention I’m gonna be living a few blocks away from the Mecca of All Things Supa in a few short weeks? And I’m peepants excited about it.
So while I was enjoying my people watching over the weekend, I kind of missed one key element for summer: sunscreen. For some reason, I’m still convinced that my skin can withstand direct sunlight for hours at a time, but hey, good news… the sun always shows me who’s boss and who’s the little betch. Awesome. Sunday afternoon I had a two-hour brunch with my friend on the patio of Yia Yia’s, then headed straight for the Tavern’s rooftop bar for ohhhh a few more hours of direct sunlight and frostybrews. Right, well anyone who thinks this is a good idea is a complete ritard. For the past few days I’ve closely resembled a lobster, not to mention the fact that anything that touches my skin feels like hot coals. Maybe someday I’ll learn, but I guess the few days of pain are worth the bronzy hot tan I’ll have by the end of the week. Too bad it’s more of a farmer’s tan than anything remotely sexy, but I’ll take what I can get.
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