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So last night was certainly an adventure.

My boyfriend and I had tickets to go see Passion Pit with Matt and Kim, but neither of us were feeling going to an indoor arena and we’d gotten the tickets for free, so we bailed on that. 

We wanted to go to Denver, and the first person to get back to us was one of his coworkers who was currently at a glass shop down on Broadway, at a “smoke-out”. Basically, everyone was getting high as fuck in a tent with their very expensive glassware but not sharing at all. Nearly everyone there was 30+ I’d say, and the vibe was just super weird. So we went to get some cough drops and water from the Walgreens down the street and as we’re heading out, I run into someone I know right in front of the Mayan.

It turns out he was heading to the glass shop because he thought there would be live music, but we told him it was lame and that he should come meet up with a mutual friend over at the First Friday Art Walk since that’s where we were headed. However, on the way to our respective vehicles someone else recognized him - a male someone with two bras on - and invited all of us in to a tranny party that was going on inside. While it sounded like it would be fabulous fun, Daniel and I headed over to Santa Fe while he ducked in to the party.

Now, I’d never been to First Friday before and I was definitely not let down. There were people everywhere, food vendors, and all sorts of different galleries. After meeting up with the group that was already there, we went into what was basically a communal art house - it was pretty dilapidated but that made it all the more intriguing. There was art everywhere, on every wall, even in the labyrinth of a basement. 

We walked around for a bit more, and then made a seemingly endless trek to find a bar I’d never heard of. What we instead found was the Denver Disco of all places, a weird little joint that initially had a cover fee of $5 but we got in for free and ordered drinks and all danced like a group of white people.

All in all, I’m pretty sure we had way more fun than if we’d gone to the concert. Friday night = great success