Day Two, Part 2

So as we made our may back through Boulder to Denver, I called our second cousin, Erin, who of course we haven't met before, who we were going to meet up with to see a bit of the city. So we drove into town, got off the highway right at Coors Field, and met Erin at her house. After our initial hellos and "wow we're all over 20 years old and never met before, isn't that crazy!"s we walked down to a Mexican restaurant and had dinner. Again, while I sometimes am not good with initial conversations with people, I felt we all had a very nice dinner conversation about a pretty diverse range of subjects.



After dinner we met some of the people Erin lives with, and then got in the car to take a tour of the city. One thing that came to mind immediately is how much better organized and open Denver is compared to Boston. There's something to be said for the narrow, windy and crowded streets of good ol' Beantown, after all, I've lived in the Boston area my entire life. It gives the city character. But seriously, it was so much easier getting around Denver its absurd. The streets are pretty much set up in a grid, and most were 3 or 4 lanes wide. Everything was pretty easy to find, and there was hardly any traffic. It was great having Erin as a guide, as she's lived near Denver pretty much her whole life, so she knew the best places for us to see.

Here are some pics Krysta took of the city that night

So after our tour, we said our goodbyes, and walked back to the car. Little did I realize that during my poor attempt to parallel park, I had opened the passenger window so Krysta could help me out, and then I left the window open that whole time. Thank God when we got back everything was still there. Yeah I can be a little absent minded from time to time. Definitely going to make sure all windows are closed from now on haha. We then plugged in Jack's address into the trusty old GPS (which fortunately was still in the car) and headed on our way back.

Thinking it would only be a 20 or so minute ride, we got on the highway going south, only to find a huge traffic jam. A Boston rush-hour style traffic jam. At 8 PM on a Sunday night. Yeah. Turns out the highway was closed for Lord knows what, but we had to get off soon after we got on, and headed down the detour route. Problem was everyone else was heading down the detour route, and I had drank two beers and a glass of water at the Mexican restaurant. You get the picture. Not the best thirty or so minutes of my life, thats for sure. Anyway, after a few strands of long, semi-curly hair landed on the floor of the car, we finally made it out, and I was able to take care of some business at a Burger King. Rest of the ride back was fine, then we headed back, at 9 I watched Walter White screw up his life even more than it already was, then headed to bed.....

All in all, a pretty good day, and gave us a little better tolerance for long car rides to come...