<p>Last night, I was very tired, and ended up nearly getting myself, along with Ryan and Shannon, in a car accident, so I went to bed early, at around 8, thinking I’d be up early the next morning. However, that didn’t happen, and I woke up around ten. Ah well. Went back to sleep eventually, and woke up around 8. Then 9. Then 10. Eventually I got up and got ready to wait for Moondog, who ended up showing a little late, since Sam had kept her up late doing Tarot readings. </p>
<p>An uneventful drive down to Denver followed. Well.. uneventful until I ran a red light on accident and had to merge with turning traffic. Ah well. After paying $6 for parking, we headed towards the agility show. She paid for both of us, and we sat down to watch the small dogs on the small course (an array of jumps, and one tube). By the time the big dogs were on the big course (jump, jump, teeter totter, weave poles, tunnel, catwalk, sit table, tunnel, jump, suspended tire, jump, collapsed tunnel, A-frame, jump, jump), we were snuggling, and I was trying to convince her not to kill the people behind us, who were kinda dumb (she knew all the breeds, and they most definately didn’t). As they worked back to the small dogs on the big course, we decided to move on to the vendors and take a peek at the show. Never really held hands before, at least not in public, so that was cool.. Got a toy for Jubal. </p>
<p>After getting bored at the show, we made our way back to the car, so that I could get us lost in downtown Denver, since Colfax != Auraria. We finally made it to the Wazee supper club, where we sat for the purpose of eating and deciding our next move, which was to go see Big Fish. I forgot what I was doing, and went the wrong way, so we ended up taking 93 back, and I took the opportunity to stop in the house to pick up my jacket and some cloves for Moondog. We went to the theatre by McGuckin’s, whereupon we were an hour early for the show. We snugged some there, then outside so she could smoke, then back in, where we ran into Paul (“highschool BOYS in short skirts!!”). In the movie (which was really good, I thought, and Tim-Burton-kind-of-weird), we snugged some more (sense a theme?). It was like a mini-pile, sorta. There was petting and kissing and stuff. A clove on the way home, and then another little mini-pile, which accidentally lasted for an hour (her neck’s sensitive, too, hee). I found out why kissing is neat, and decided that I’m not that good at it. First time, oh well. Then she had to leave, so that she could be awake for work tomorrow. Millie barked at her on the way out, and now my mom probably thinks we’re doing drugs in the basement. </p>
