Its Wednesday, and you know what that means: Denver Cruisers night. You might think that the DNC might have put us on hold for the week. Nope. But it DID put the fact that you have to wear clothes rule-of-thumb on hold. Body paint should suffice. We were almost 200 strong, and apparently this week if you have a gathering of more than 50 people and you dont have a permit - then you are operating an illegal protest and will be immediately arrested. But we werent carrying signs, and the only thing we were chanting/yelling was "Happy Wednesday!" so I think the cops were just relieved to have a little peace. And body paint.
JD (who has, in honor of the DNC, changed his name to John Hussein McCain Denver David Hortel), some other Denverites, and I made it to a couple of stops - then
we had the hankerin' for a burrito from Illegal Petes. Its right in the heart of downtown, so we didnt think we could actually score a burrito. After being stopped by some heroic SWAT members because of a "suspicious package" in the road (that they had to BLOW UP, cool) - we made it to IPs. No problem getting in. No line to speak of. Apparently all those uppity DCers and East Coasters think it is improper to eat with their hands. I thought it was properly delicious.
Downtown is an utter fiasco. I feel like a tourist in my own home. At least I didnt have to talk politics today.
Happy Wednesday.

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