Snows in March
Mar. 14th, 2005 10:00 pmWe're having a Japanese wood cut type snowstorm here. Very pretty with big flakes that fall thickly upon wet pavement. It is sticking on cars, but melt as soon as they touch the oil black streets and gray walks. They sky is a softly glowing dome of white clouds that does not show the position of the sun.
After chatting for a while and watching the snow I make plans with a friend, Aaron, to go out to Domo. The shower I take before I leave feels good, heat penetrates my body as I scrub and wash. The daily rituals of cleanliness can be so relaxing. I'll wash my hair tomorrow since it isn't dirty today.
I spend too much time deciding what to wear considering I have to leave right away. I suitably faded turtleneck, a pair of bright blue jeans, and a simple black swearter. The necklace I repaired today might not be perfect with the outfit, but I want to wear it. My run to the light rail station is perfect, I wait only seconds after I get my ticket then I'm warm and reading The Fox Woman on my way to the 10th and Osage station.
By the time I get to Domo I am coated in snow from running three blocks from station to restaurant. Aaron comments that I look cold and that I should have dressed warmer. Perhaps I should have, but I didn't mind it much and I'm unwilling to admit that I made a mistake in thinking of fashion before practicality.
For dinner in Denver it is not too expensive but is not as much of a bargain as Denverites expect. It was about $40 for tea and main dish for each of us plus eight little side dishes we shared. The setting, especially with the snow falling upon a perfect Japanese garden, is very beautiful. I've read where some food critics have been less than impressed by the food, but honestly it is very good. Perhaps it was just not as superlative as some people expect from the raves about Domo.
Afterwards we walk all over downtown Denver talking about Denver, architecture, and his impending move for a medical residency. I am quite glad that I used the light rail rather than driving because it is very slick out. Ice on the roads and night has turned bone chilling now that it has stopped snowing.
After chatting for a while and watching the snow I make plans with a friend, Aaron, to go out to Domo. The shower I take before I leave feels good, heat penetrates my body as I scrub and wash. The daily rituals of cleanliness can be so relaxing. I'll wash my hair tomorrow since it isn't dirty today.
I spend too much time deciding what to wear considering I have to leave right away. I suitably faded turtleneck, a pair of bright blue jeans, and a simple black swearter. The necklace I repaired today might not be perfect with the outfit, but I want to wear it. My run to the light rail station is perfect, I wait only seconds after I get my ticket then I'm warm and reading The Fox Woman on my way to the 10th and Osage station.
By the time I get to Domo I am coated in snow from running three blocks from station to restaurant. Aaron comments that I look cold and that I should have dressed warmer. Perhaps I should have, but I didn't mind it much and I'm unwilling to admit that I made a mistake in thinking of fashion before practicality.
For dinner in Denver it is not too expensive but is not as much of a bargain as Denverites expect. It was about $40 for tea and main dish for each of us plus eight little side dishes we shared. The setting, especially with the snow falling upon a perfect Japanese garden, is very beautiful. I've read where some food critics have been less than impressed by the food, but honestly it is very good. Perhaps it was just not as superlative as some people expect from the raves about Domo.
Afterwards we walk all over downtown Denver talking about Denver, architecture, and his impending move for a medical residency. I am quite glad that I used the light rail rather than driving because it is very slick out. Ice on the roads and night has turned bone chilling now that it has stopped snowing.
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Date: 2005-03-15 11:59 am (UTC)Not bad for an Albuquerque low if you were part of the huge pileup south of the Springs.
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Date: 2005-03-15 11:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-03-15 05:09 pm (UTC)You bastard!
:)
Love that place.
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Date: 2005-03-15 11:08 pm (UTC)