My date lasted for two (2) weeks.
On Fat Tuesday a man walked up and put his necklace on me (in case you thought that was my bling).
Date one (1) occurred at Chris's radio station. (The pics are two (2) posts below. Check them out.)
"Did Auntie Charmaine come to visit us or Chris?" Brody, my nephew asked petulantly. How many women have had a ten (10) year old and a forty eight (48) year old fight over her?
We went to the Denver Museum of Art, The Samba Room, Abo's, The Cupcake factory, Charlie Browns, drives and lunch in the park.
He gave me a tour of Denver. He encouraged me to move. He made a love song CD that I am listening to now. He did the same thing when we were in college.
This is the first song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KxktZxCFH10&feature=PlayList&p=BFD546074E21CB8D&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=37
It's as if our friendship never ended despite a twenty five (25) year silence.
We are different people. When we talk, it is as if nothing has changed.
Is it enough? I have no idea. But it's fun.
Samba Room, Larimer Street, Denver
This is hip little joint located in the renovated area of LoDo (Lower Downtown). It features Colombian food and music. We had Arepas, Colombian style corn cakes with shredded beef and Machenga Cheese. It was terrific. We had an amazing beer the waiter described as "black but light", from Brazil. I could have sworn that the waiter looked at Chris when he said, "black" and at me when he said "light'. I'm so self absorbed I could swear you were really talking about ME when describing beer.