The Taste (level) of Colorado

Every Labor Day weekend, Denver hosts The Taste of Colorado, a fair based on food but better known for the insane people watching.

I loathe crowds (I like scary crowds even less), but Beau LOVES crowds. I agreed to go on the condition that we eat light so that we could feast on Endless Shrimp at Red Lobster later in the evening (don't judge; you know you love it).

Oh, the sights and smells of downtown.

Here are a few of the photos I got.

Memorialized her favorite snack.

I want ya to cut his hair all classy-like, BUT I'LL CUT YOU IF TOUCH THAT RAT TAIL!

The tattoo on the middle of her back says DIVA.

But here's my favorite story of the day.

On our way back to the car, I urged Beau to come with me and, for good luck, stand on the Mile High step at the capital building (for those of you who don't know, Denver is the Mile High City, sitting at an average altitude of 5,280 ft.).

We ran up the steps until we got to the Mile High step.

Proof that I'm not a big fat liar.

When we got to the step, we decided to do the Rocky dance (fists in the air, jogging in place).

And that's when we heard an angry female voice.

"Go ahead and laugh! It's real fuckin' funny, isn't it?"

We stopped jumping and noticed a woman with a shopping cart (and, I'm guessing, numerous drug, alcohol, and emotional problems) at the base of the steps.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT THEY DO TO PEDOPHILES IN PRISON, YOU BITCH? 

Oh, my. She's talking to me. And I'm pretty sure she just called me a pedophile. And a bitch. Whuck?

And then she started talking about some BALD-HEADED SONOFABITCH (which couldn't have been Beau; he's got a lovely head of hair) and GOING BACK TO JAIL.

And then she called me a bitch and a pedophile again. I think.

So I had no qualms about taking her picture.

All in all, I think it's a lovely shot.

When I texted this photo to Beau today, he responded with "Pedophile."

To which I shot back "BITCH."

And that's what goes down at The Taste of Colorado.

The Endless Shrimp was delish, BTW.