Missing everyone...
Gods! I miss everyone like crazy! The Underground is hardly a substitute for any of the Denver clubs, especially since I don't know anyone there. I've tried to make friends, but the people that do go aren't there every week. The music is okay, but the dance floor...shudder! I miss shaking my tail at The Wave. I would go up for a visit, but since I don't have a job yet, I must hold off for the sake of gasoline. Eesh. Things are okay, but not exactly good, either. I would like to go up to Denver once a month, but I don't think I can do that just yet. I miss my cat, Juliette, too. I know some people think she's a meanie, but she was nice to me. If I was feeling bad, she would curl up near my feet on the bed, or sit on my lap, purring away. She made cute sounds when I would play with her, and it was fun to watch her and Echo chase each other around. I know they miss each other, too, and I wish I could Echo another friend. But, she has health problems, and I want to give her all of my attention. Ah, such is life I guess. Another thing I miss is the First Friday Art Walk on 8th and Santa Fe. The ones down here aren't really art 'walks,' except for the ones in Old Colorado City and Manitou. Most are scattered here and there, and you have to drive from one to the next. It doesn't do a lot of good for the galleries, except people wander in, eat food, and pretend to know what they are talking about when it comes to art. Blech. I did find a piece that is just astounding, and it captivated me so much that I intend on purchasing it someday. It would be like a tattoo for me: expensive and painful, but well-worth it. Someday...