|Karen Warner. 'Til death do us part?|
It's like the creepiest marriage proposal of all time. I mean, seriously. Why the hell is there a question mark?!?! O.o
Me: (out loud) HOLY CRAP! (internally) AAAAAARGH, GIANT DEER THING COMING TOWARDS ME!!
|Check out those insane antlers|
|This just made me laugh|
There's only so much elk butt you can look at without getting bored. So after a while, we headed up to the Stanley Hotel, which was the inspiration for The Shining.
The miniseries that was made in 1997 was actually filmed there. We were too cheap to actually do a tour (partly because one had just started, so we would have had to wait a millionty years for the next one), so we wandered around the foyer, peered up the staircase, bought a tacky postcard for my brother and headed off in search of ice cream. On the way to find ice cream, we found more elk. These ones used a zebra crossing rather than just walking into the road. That was weird. (NO ONE MAKE JOKES ABOUT HOW ELK AREN'T ZEBRAS. I'LL HURT YOU IF YOU DO.)
Anyway. We ended up in one of the many ice cream stores in town, and decided that milkshakes would be easier to drink on the trip back to Denver. They were delicious, but good GOD they were expensive! (Correct me if I'm wrong, but over $7 seems excessive, yes???) Upon arriving back in Denver, we picked up Lyndsy's husband from work, and headed out to dinner at a Mexican restaurant near their house. The next morning, which I foolishly assumed was my last day in America, I realised that I hadn't ONCE eaten mozzarella sticks. On mentioning this to Lyndsy, we decided that it needed to be rectified. So we went out to lunch at a pub near her house.
OH. AND. On the way in, there was a bus stop. At the bus stop, a lady was sitting with her toddler. Her toddler was rolling his large toy truck down a ramp and into the road, then walking out between parked cars to get it. #parentingfail
Waitress: What can I get you guys?
Lyndsy: I'll have [insert food here. I know it involved deep fried pickle bits].
Me: And I'll have the mozzarella sticks, and a side of mac and cheese.
Waitress: Anything else?
Me: *joking* Yeah, I don't think there'll be quite enough cheese involved in my lunch, so if you could sprinkle a little extra over the top...
Waitress: Sure thing! *walks off*
Lyndsy: I don't think she got that you were joking...
My mac and cheese was certainly very cheesy. On the plus side, it didn't taste like bonfire.
What an appropriate way to finish my trip to America - with a nice dose of heart disease ;)
PS. If you've missed any of this ridiculously drawn out series, you can check them out here: