Boulder

Last night I went to Boulder to have dinner with Lisa. If you've never been, Boulder is to Denver as Berkeley is to San Francisco, except on a smaller, less world-class-city scale. We've got mountains; they have hills and the Bay. We have traffic; they have throw-yourself-on-a-Ginsu-knife traffic.

Back to Boulder. I'm one of the few people who actually dislikes the city. Don't get me wrong, it's a great place to visit. How can you miss? Set against the haunches of the Flat Irons, you've got million-dollar homes, one of the most beautiful universities in the country and really, really pretty people. Why it's so nice, it's like an architectural rendering of a city. Wasn't it Boulder, which established an ordinance against fat people, or am I mistaken?

Spied on the Mall last night: A 50-year-old man on a scooter.

At one point in the evening, we went searching for a bathroom. We stopped into two ice cream stores; both loos were locked. In typical fashion eyes rolling, I remarked, "That's so Boulder."

Lisa: "Oh, stop it, everyone does that."

Me: "Really? I could walk into the Carl's Jr. in Florence tomorrow and sit right down."

So there.

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May 19. 2008 06:10

Nicole

Hee Hee.  I have to admit I have a bit of a soft spot for Boulder.  We lived there for a time when I was small back in the late '70s.  I have fond memories of playing in the park and on the rocks at Pearl Street.  Also watching all the punkers hang out on the courthouse lawn (hippies weren't in style then).  Boulder now is somewhat of a different place.  I'm sure it's always been shaped by the University, but some days I'm ashamed to admit I went there.  Smile

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