A Weekend Under Blue, Blue Skies (1)
Monday, December 23rd, 2002 07:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tamaranthRealised you may all think I am dead, possibly of oxygen starvation exhiliration or over-eating. It is not so ... Still having a great time, despite which I've updated my LJ. Not to gloat or anything, perish the thought. Just thought that some of you might have forgotten what 'sky blue' is.
Pictures (captioned on mouseover, if you're using Internet Explorer or equivalent)
Friday night:
Live music night! The Receders at the wonderfully-illuminated Little Bear, Evergreen. The place prides itself on genuine grungy frontier rock-chic: the decor is strong on graffiti and features a bunting of brassieres along the front of the stage. I studied the decor at length, being unable to be distracted by the music .. and I'm being unfair, because they were a perfectly competent rock/R&B covers band, covering songs that I dislike. Sole exception was a foot-tapping and note-perfect version of 'Crazy Little Thing Called Love'.
We receded at the break.
Saturday:
Mild altitude sickness kicked in, rather like a migraine. It was a brilliant sunny day (ahahahahahaha) so I declined to stay indoors resting. We had a sedate stroll in Elk Meadows, and I climbed some rocks. Wonderful low, bright, sunlight (and not enough bloody oxygen). There were foxes being macho in the meadow but unfortunately we were too far away to provide evidence of this. (For an idea of my photos, put a small grey thing on a beige carpet and move away from it until you almost can't see it any more.) They sang prettily, though.
Off to Denver in the evening ('down the hill', as the local paper has it) for some culture. Yeah. We window-shopped and looked at the pretty lights. Then dinner at Il Fornaio, an excellent Italian restaurant: was defeated by the Maine Lobster Diavolo, but put up a brave fight. One dessert (it had chocolate in it): three spoons.
Then culture! We saw Impulse Theater, 'Denver's longest-running show' - there's a reason for that, and it's that they're very funny. They improvise. They improvise everything, with a crew of four actors and one MC onstage plus one (1) sound guy who does many of the sound effects manually. Highlights included poems about refridgerators (audience-derived topic) in the styles of Keats, Kerouac and Dr Seuss (all also audience-suggested): a slide-show about butter-churning, and a spelling bee for imaginary words (with definitions). Apparently they also teach this stuff - you can sign up for improv workshops (6 sessions, $180) - and I'll bet there are some useful life skills in there. Thinking on your feet, lying convincingly, and being able to stop when something isn't working ...
Recommended, even to non-Americans.
Pausing only to marvel at the railway station (see above) we headed home ...
Sunday / Monday follows ... And my altitude sickness cleared up very nicely by Sunday morning, thanks!
Pictures (captioned on mouseover, if you're using Internet Explorer or equivalent)
Friday night:
Live music night! The Receders at the wonderfully-illuminated Little Bear, Evergreen. The place prides itself on genuine grungy frontier rock-chic: the decor is strong on graffiti and features a bunting of brassieres along the front of the stage. I studied the decor at length, being unable to be distracted by the music .. and I'm being unfair, because they were a perfectly competent rock/R&B covers band, covering songs that I dislike. Sole exception was a foot-tapping and note-perfect version of 'Crazy Little Thing Called Love'.
We receded at the break.
Saturday:
Mild altitude sickness kicked in, rather like a migraine. It was a brilliant sunny day (ahahahahahaha) so I declined to stay indoors resting. We had a sedate stroll in Elk Meadows, and I climbed some rocks. Wonderful low, bright, sunlight (and not enough bloody oxygen). There were foxes being macho in the meadow but unfortunately we were too far away to provide evidence of this. (For an idea of my photos, put a small grey thing on a beige carpet and move away from it until you almost can't see it any more.) They sang prettily, though.
Off to Denver in the evening ('down the hill', as the local paper has it) for some culture. Yeah. We window-shopped and looked at the pretty lights. Then dinner at Il Fornaio, an excellent Italian restaurant: was defeated by the Maine Lobster Diavolo, but put up a brave fight. One dessert (it had chocolate in it): three spoons.
Then culture! We saw Impulse Theater, 'Denver's longest-running show' - there's a reason for that, and it's that they're very funny. They improvise. They improvise everything, with a crew of four actors and one MC onstage plus one (1) sound guy who does many of the sound effects manually. Highlights included poems about refridgerators (audience-derived topic) in the styles of Keats, Kerouac and Dr Seuss (all also audience-suggested): a slide-show about butter-churning, and a spelling bee for imaginary words (with definitions). Apparently they also teach this stuff - you can sign up for improv workshops (6 sessions, $180) - and I'll bet there are some useful life skills in there. Thinking on your feet, lying convincingly, and being able to stop when something isn't working ...
Recommended, even to non-Americans.
Pausing only to marvel at the railway station (see above) we headed home ...
Sunday / Monday follows ... And my altitude sickness cleared up very nicely by Sunday morning, thanks!
