Assimilating

In our never-ending quest to assimilate completely into all that is Denver, we went to a Rockies game last night.

I had to ask G what their colors are, and then dug through my closet for anything black and purple.  This is difficult because the only clothes I own are either for work, or working out.  There is no in between.  But I rallied nonetheless.

The good part about working with mostly guys is that they offer all kinds of sports-related tips which I usually ignore but which came in handy yesterday.  I told them I was planning to buy something Rockies-ish at the game and they recoiled in horror, telling me of a few shops just down the street the offered better merch at a better price, so I snuck out at lunch time to go buy a hat.

This is how I know I have assimilated:  as I was trolling around on 16th, I was getting so annoyed at all the tourists.  Ha!  Right?  That was me like 6 months ago!  But not anymore.

In the store, however, I was a fish out of water.  I finally broke down and asked a clerk to help me get the right sized hat.  He asked if I was looking for my children - I was like, noooo....?  Turns out I was in the kids' section.  Luckily, the adults section had the same hat, so all is well.

Sporting the flat bill because that's how I roll

I have to say, G is much more of a baseball fan than I am (surprise!), but the game was so much fun!  One thing I love about the sport is that it's so chill for the audience.  You sit outside, you drink, you eat.  You chit chat with whomever and enjoy the weather and watch for the occasional fly ball.  In the meantime, the guys on the field move around a little bit.  (I know G is filing the divorce papers as I type this, but let's face it, folks:  that's a classic baseball game.)

Tell me that's not a gorgeous sky!  See the mountains?

Look closely up top - see the blue line running left to right?  That's the mile-high marker.

There weren't many people at the game, but that's probably because it was like 40 degrees.  It filled up more throughout the game, but was still dead compared to the Washington Nationals stadium.  I guess that's because there are just a few more people living in D.C. than in Denver.  Which is why I heart Denver.

I woke up at 3:00 a.m. ravenous.  I think my stomach knows we're going to brunch this morning.  God bless Saturdays.

BTW, the Rockies won!  :)