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Full day of Funemployment #1

Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Aside from the poor start at 6am, things get better after the peanut butter toast and four-hour nap.  I spend 45 minutes on the phone with the coordinator for the Black Hills Fat Tire Festival, who has a slow drawl and pleasant demeanor, then bike down to the bookstore for 30-30-30 brainstorming, the worst $7 sandwich I've ever eaten and a vanilla chai.

Afterward, I walk the mall to deposit my tax return (finally).  Caleb, a shaggy-haired, tall blonde boy pulls me aside while pointing out a girl taking in a magic trick in the middle of the mall. 

"I bet that girl's parents would be extremely unhappy she is smoking a cigarette with all of that beautiful metal in her mouth."


He repeats himself and I finally understand what he is saying. Another representative for Greenpeace. I mention I have already donated to another guy I spoke to at length in WashPark last week, and he gives me a hug - then instructs me to raise up my left hand,  similar to Hitler, and reposition for a "heart-to-heart" hug. I think he is nervous. The hug lasted less than .2 seconds. Apparently, we should be less comfortable hugging strangers, but I'll never turn one down.

Further on my walk, I am accosted to donate to the homeless twice, three more times by Greenpeace  (only receiving sub par hi-fives from each) and heed warning to a tall african american, who nearly grazes a white civic in oncoming traffic. When the road is clear, he skips around to the front of me and asks for $.50.  I say I have no cash, which is sad, because he wants to beatbox for me.  He says, "no problem" and proceeds to drop a two-minute beatbox collaboration - SO AWESOME. I shake his hand. I can't remember his name, but he brightens my day.

Later in the evening, I bike downtown once again to meet a friend for some brainstorming on the coming months. He buys me dinner and we walk the "50 miles" back to his hotel. On my way home, I pass three tour busses, all for Queensryche. I plow through the fan barricade that has gathered outside of the bus and observe slightly, then end up in front of Apaloosa Grill, where the doorman asks for a ride on my cruiser.  I stop and chat with him for a bit and decide I need to come back another Tuesday for the hip hop inside. Maybe for the cute boys inside, as well.

I pass something on the corner of 13th and Marion near a coffee shop I despise.  It's a black bra. I ponder how it may have gotten there, but don't care enough to stop. I'm a block from home and anticipating a bowl of the $6 cereal I purchased at the store not 25 minutes ago.

It's been a good day. 



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I'm Sami Jo From Denver, CO, United States Samantha loves to travel, lose herself in a good book, practice yoga at her favorite local studio, The Yoga Mat, and connect with friends, old and new. Her love of working with creative minds extends into her personal endeavors, as well. She and her husband conduct a project called "Songs For Jake," a music collaboration channel designed with the simple mission of getting great songs to one really big music lover. Through her business, Roger Charlie, Samantha focuses on publicity and management, working closely with authors, musicians, and creatives who find value in a more personal approach through communications.
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