Day 1.
My first day in Denver was spent on my grandmother’s couch. As I had said, I watched three movies, eventually falling asleep at 4 am. Nothing out of the ordinary from GAC, but I was hoping Denver would allow me to find a better sleeping schedule, I’m not in Irkutsk yet. I woke at around 3 pm to the sound of the garage door opening and my grandmother’s voice asking if I was alive. I fell out of the couch and went over to the table were more food awaited. My friends in Russia tell me that piles of food on the table is a norm, obviously Nanny knows this too, many of our conversations so far this trip have consisted about how I will be eating while I am in Russia. After finishing off the pizza from last night, and eating the rest of the brownies with milk it was time to motivate and see the rest of the family.
Nanny took my cashmere-silk $90.00 Banana Republic sweater, which I so intelligently decided to participate in an art project in, to the dry cleaners while I took a bath, yes a bath, something I have wanted to do for months, I get tired standing in the shower and I miss our jacuzzi tub at home so much. After primping and polishing I got dressed in my best and set off to see my Aunt Mimi, Uncle Danny and Cousin Kevin at their favorite Irish Pub, McCabe’s.
We ordered food, Calamari for me, my favorite and played I don’t know how many games of pool. There was also this unfortunate child sitting in a booth not far from us, who was screaming his head off. By screaming I mean screaming at the top of his lungs, just because. The parents sat there with the slightest bit of acknowledgment toward the little shit, while the rest of the people in the pub covered there ears and gave deathly glares of disapproval. I hate parents who don’t know how to discipline their children. At one point I was contemplating doing it for them.
After the pub, Kevin and I headed back to my Aunt and Uncle’s house to wait for his girlfriend to get off work. 9:30 rolled around and we went to go pick her up from work. All of us then went back to Kevin’s apartment, dropped off my things and caught up a little bit. I had tons of new information to share.
The two of them also gave me a quick history of the film ‘Boondock Saints,’ did I mention we were going to number 2? We got to the theater around 10:30. The ticket man was a douche bag. Let me explain: He thought I was 13, and was just a douche bag. I mean what 13-year-old has stubble and dresses in nice clothes? not many. I was taller than him too. Anyway, I had to show him my ID, he looked at it and then at me as if it were fake. I gave him the ‘yes asshole, people do live in Alaska and yes asshole I am 19′ stare right back and got my ticket. Clearly he made me a little upset, thank god the movie was amazing! I won’t spoil it for any of you.
After the movie we headed back to Kevin’s apartment. Paige and I each had a glass of wine, well not all of the glass, it was gross. Don’t buy Fat Bastard. I was still super excited about ‘Boondock Saints 2′, so much so that I begged to watch number 1. It was equally if not more amazing. Went to bed at 4 am, and woke up the next morning tired, of course.
Breakfast by Paige next.
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