One major change in moving to Denver from NYC was how much friendlier salespeople are here.  I'm originally from Indiana, so it's not like this should be news, but the New York attitude had become the norm for me.  It was not unusual for a store employee to openly roll their eyes at you, blatantly … Continue reading Awkward.


Mud on my Face.

Friends.  This past weekend...did not go 100% as I'd hoped. It's practically written into the Colorado constitution that all residents must own a bicycle, and since I haven't really ridden a bike in 15 years, I've been looking into used "starter" bikes.  Then, last weekend, my cousin's husband told me about the Denver Police's annual … Continue reading Mud on my Face.