The Amazing Adventures of a Zoobroker and a Sentiographer
Here is Zoo in front of the Brown Palace. Not laughing.
Last night out... It was rainy early on as we headed to dinner, and just plain wet when we were done. Note to all: New cowboy boots are slippery onwet stone block (and 16th street is ALL paving blocks!)
Tons of photos after the jump.
We just met Shana, who is out on the street registering people to vote. Today is the last day on Colorado to register for the presidential election! Get out and register!!!
It was only fitting since I've already covered LODO, it was more important to meet some of the people that work and party here.
TONS - I mean LOTS of nightlife photos after the break.
First off, meet Danielle. She likes mining.
And when not mining, is a stunning woman. (OK, she's still sexy when mining.)
She invited Zoo to mine.
And it was like a magical elixir:
So he started other prospecting:
Which was taken so favorably that he was rewarded with some dances on the bar:
Meet Beth - her husband works here (he's on the left, and a damn cool guy). It took about two hours, but the gal with the best hair in Denver, a self-proclaimed pacifist, finally let one loose on him.
And it wasn't the last.
During a smoke break, we met two incredibly intelligent and sexy women:
And Zoo just doesn't know when to accept only a kiss...
Again demonstrated here:
All in all, this bar is downright fun.
Just watch out when they bring you the check...
Zoo and I headed over to Tarantula Billiards for some beer and pool. Four games, and I won the most. Yeah! I have to say that Zoo is an excellent teacher and I COMPLETELY sucked at pool before. Now I am quite a bit better, and still haven't won by dropping the 8 ball, but I have skillfully blocked Zoo into a scratch on the 8 ball more than once. =D
Our new favorite beer: 90 Shilling (and some Blue Moon in the Broncos glass):
More photos and grab-ass after the break.
Brandi shows us her Thursday tattoo. Apparently, it's an obscure band from New Jersey. I believe Zoo is pointing to where the wedding ring goes...
Danielle didn't know what was coming...
but certainly knew how to handle it. She's 21 - we checked - so it's legal for her to hit Zoo.
Zoo said he liked it and wanted one more...
Anyhoo, this is a fantastic billiards bar. Come play when you are here, but avoid table 16, it has a massive westward drift.
After having morning coffee and blog time, I made my way over to The Wrangler. I was itchin' for some cowboy boots. Having never owner a pair, or even gonne into a western wear store, I was floored. Lookit all them boots!
More pics and stories after the break: I found just the right pair and a super-friendly Cheyenne-ite (whose sister live 7 miles from me in New York), rang me up and gave me some greta advice on driving to Denver.
See, it's Saturday and by Wyoming standards, there are lots of Saturday road-ragers on the highway, so she gave me a tip. We took a lesser-known highway.
It was like deja-vu. 65 mph, slow down to 50, then to 45, then 35, then a small town less than a mile long with a railroad and grain towers on the left, some seedy bar ond general store on the right, done and repeat.
There was this interesting creature, though. Methinks it's Zoo's id.
Today was a very short drive (by our standards), only 2 1/2 hours. So, we'rte back in Colorado and Denver again. Wow... Now to tear up this town for 2 or so days before flying to our homes. I'm certain we'll make some more indelible marks on this city, and perhaps visit Croc's again...
After Zoo and I had left our mark on the town, I headed out with my tripod and electronic cable release to grab some essence of my own. Sleepy little town with some wonderful vignettes.
Here is where we had our steak dinner:
Lots of shots after the break: Here is Shadows - our bar.
Wish I had visited while they were open to get a cowboy hat and boots :(
These people are smart. Love it.
...and funny.
The capitol building is in the distance.
Here is the bar we decided NOT to go to...
Here is our hotel - The Plains
Mosaic in the sidewalk outside
Lobby
A real player piano...
Many thanks to the folks behind the counter for allowing me to snap some shots.
Today, Zoo and I turned over 4,751 miles on the odometer. What's the significance? Well, when you subtract the distance between where we each live, it equals the mileage on the truck when we rented in in Denver only seven days ago.
Zoo Says: Driving Cross Country Without having to touch New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana, and any of the south is cool.
Zoo Broker lives in San Francisco, I live in Dobbs Ferry, NY.
The distance between our homes is 2,926 miles.
And guess what? You can't make this shit up. It happened on this road:
Later on when the Vimeo movie time-lapse is up, you can see where we get out of the car and do a little victory dance. We just drove the equivalent of going from California to New York. Awe-some.
I think I remember Zoo shouting something like, "Top of the world!"
Zoo Says: Um, the quote is "I'm the King of The World", but I didn't even say that. I said, "Do I look fat up here?"
But seriously, you can't do this kind of thing with just anyone. Why would you? Good friends with an open mind and a lust for the open road and the new experiences that come along with that are paramount on a journey like this.
We had no side trips today, except for a little celebration we'll post separately. So, this is a small collection of photos that can be taken from Route 80. I gotta say, I had no idea that Wyoming had such diverse terrain, and a humongous canyon (that we did not visit - we would have missed our steaks tonight!)
So, without further ado... photos after the break:
