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autumnluv143I am now, officially, a member of Denver Harbour. Went to orientation on a demo night. The demo was caning technique and a play party followed. I had a good time, despite the persistant cough left over from the respiratory infection. Everyone seems friendly and I had some good laughs. Knowing I was from as good a group as I'm from kept me from being nervous. I may even be negotiating with someone soon for some play. He's back into the scene after years and years, so it will be very much like playing with a novice. That's ok though, I've done worse. He seems like a good guy though...guess we'll see.
The worst part of the entire evening was after leaving the play space I managed to get lost in downtown Denver. When I say lost...I mean...Oh fuck me, where the fuck am I...lost. I ended up in what I will deem as "Little Mexico" cause all the signs are in spanish and no one there speaks enough english for a proper conversation. Had I retained any of the spanish I've learned over the years, it certainly would have come in handy tonight. I stopped at a McD's and the guy at the drive up was able to get enough english together to tell me that from where I was back to a place that would lead me to a place that could get me to where I'm staying was "not pretty..ugly place..uh..dangerous." Right..because this was going to make me feel better. Eventually I found the street I was supposed to be on to get back to the city I'm staying in, and that would eventually lead me to the street I live on, and still had to stop and ask a cab-driver if I was going in the right direction. Now, normally, I have a fantastic sense of direction and can pretty much find my way anywhere. That is, until I'm lost already. Even after I've found where I'm going, if I've been turned around enough times, that pinata is just too fuckin elusive for me to get a good hit in, yanno?
That's what I get for making my first full trip into Denver since I was here in April by my freakin self. I'll know better next time.
The worst part of the entire evening was after leaving the play space I managed to get lost in downtown Denver. When I say lost...I mean...Oh fuck me, where the fuck am I...lost. I ended up in what I will deem as "Little Mexico" cause all the signs are in spanish and no one there speaks enough english for a proper conversation. Had I retained any of the spanish I've learned over the years, it certainly would have come in handy tonight. I stopped at a McD's and the guy at the drive up was able to get enough english together to tell me that from where I was back to a place that would lead me to a place that could get me to where I'm staying was "not pretty..ugly place..uh..dangerous." Right..because this was going to make me feel better. Eventually I found the street I was supposed to be on to get back to the city I'm staying in, and that would eventually lead me to the street I live on, and still had to stop and ask a cab-driver if I was going in the right direction. Now, normally, I have a fantastic sense of direction and can pretty much find my way anywhere. That is, until I'm lost already. Even after I've found where I'm going, if I've been turned around enough times, that pinata is just too fuckin elusive for me to get a good hit in, yanno?
That's what I get for making my first full trip into Denver since I was here in April by my freakin self. I'll know better next time.
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