Today was a good day. Conor noticed that I’ve been “down” recently (doesn’t help that I hardly see him) so we went out with the intention of doing Art homework, but ended up just enjoying being together. We dropped by the mall because I wanted to show Conor some things for my kitchen and Conor bought me a “pick-me-up” shirt. The irony is that the shirt has gray on it. We went out for lunch at our favourite mid-day restaurant and checked out bookcases at Crate and Barrel. Then we went further into Denver and walked down Broadway. We went into at least 4 antique furniture shops. I have big dreams. BIG. We quite enjoyed it and for anyone who is familiar with Denver, walking from Downtown nearly to the I-25 on Broadway is no stroll!

We caught the bus home and happened to accidently plan to be on a high school bus route (to be specific South High School, which is a beautiful building, better looking than Western High School in Calgary). Conor and I were definitely apart of a minority on that bus. It reminded me of all of those American high school movies that are forever circulating about dancing or whatever and caucasians are the minority. Without a doubt, going to that high school would surely be a contrasting experience to attending Lord Beaverbrook High School. Conor pointed out to me that the doubly long bus was quite quiet; more hushed than any high school bus either of us has ever ridden. We assumed that the school population is fairly segregated. It was an interesting incident, one that I’d be unable to have in Calgary. I hope I don’t sound racist because I certainly am not. It’s just a new experience!

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