Forever Paisley

Before crossing another state line I decided to give Kansas an opportunity to redeem itself. 150 miles east of Hays, I made a pit stop in Goodland for what Yelp informed me would be a breakfast to remember. As I entered On the Bricks Café the tables were packed. AARP members, couples and coffee klatches surrounded me as I stood there in my tight jeans, black scarf and metallic gold J. Crew flip-flops. I did not fit in, but no one seemed to give a shit. Perfect. I sat down and glanced over the menu. A pointless task because I knew exactly what I was getting. Two eggs over medium, hash browns and toast. Coffee with a side of cream, no sugar.

It was amazing.

Fully satisfied and feeling better about my relationship with Kansas I kept on. Next stop, Denver. When I arrived in Denver it was a comfortable 82 degrees. Two days later here I am, cuddled up in a hoodie, staring at the snow on the ground. Three seasons in two days? I’ll take it.

From Vietnamese food to strolling the city streets, in the last 36 hours Denver has managed to satisfy many of our cravings. Last night Angie and I headed to South Broadway to meet our long-time friend and connoisseur of jam bands, Chinner. Three unemployed, nearly homeless and free spirited Michiganders posted up at a bar together in Colorado. This had every potential to get out of hand, but by some miracle Angie and I were in by 10:00PM. We might even go to a morning yoga class. Are we getting old? What’s happening?

Day 20,214. Off to New Mexico.

Cherrettie