Weighed down with a jacket, a turtle neck sweater and boots, I contemplated getting down on the pavement and knocking out 20 push-ups to jumpstart my inner warmth...but then my ride showed up.
By the afternoon, the temps climbed to the mid-20s but flurries, flakes of frozen rain drops floated down from the sky. I happily stood in the way, catching them on my hair, sweater and tongue before they quickly turned into dew and evaporated. My colleagues schooled me on winter terminology by explaining that the term of seeing actual snow falling from the sky is for the flurries to 'stick.'
Then this evening, I saw snow piles lining sidewalks and lawn banks and I had
to relish it. I stepped into a mound of snow to get that powdery, slippery sensation. I de-mitted my hands and scooped up a handful to touch. I'm enjoying my white Christmas. (We only had a brief interlude of hail in San Francisco last week.)Unlike the autumn month, during the frenzied DNC, when I was last here, Denver now exudes a calm and soft-spoken aura.
A stroll down 16th Street Mall tonight evoked a sense of desolation, with only a handful of professionals making their way home and street people lingering on corners.
I chose to dine at Sam's #3 tonight. I came here for lunch during my last trip.
I thought there would be chicken soup on the menu but instead rediscovered its homemade chili repuation--served over hot dogs, burgers and nachos. Breakfast is served all day here. A warning though for french fry lovers, home fries do not live up to its name. Rather than a big wedge of fried potato, they emerge on the plate as freshly coined potatos, gently sauteed--a Colorado thing, according to my server.
I worked my way through the Coney Island burger plate (ground beef patty smothered with chili) sidled with a halved piece of thick texas toast. It was different but I made my night by pairing the platter with a hometown ale: Fat Tire. The mediocre meal then took on some fanfare.
Still tasting and feeling the effects of the consumed remnants of my glass of ale, yummy, I bundled up and made my way back out into the freeze-y night towards home, taking a little detour in the snowy sidewalks.
Tomorrow is our party and Saturday will come soon enough when I get on my next flight for Tennessee, to see my other half, Bubba for a week...a nice holiday present for the both of us.
