Boulder is rad

Dispensary’s are everywhere. I’m going to try to take a picture of each one I see, they have the goofiest names

The sun is shinning bright, it’s in the sixties and I spent my morning crocheting in the park watching little kids play and over hearing funny banter from two older gents playing tennis.

About to catch the SKIP (the bus system here is skip, dash, and hop! isn’t that clever?) down to Pearl street, which is apparently where all the real action goes down. Meeting donnie at his work then who knows! probs crackin open the wineee