It has been a little over a week since I last updated, I know. But I was in NY for my niece's graduation. As a step outside of The Beach Chronicles, I'll be brief about the visit… in the light of some troubling and sad news, the power of family and love can't be beaten down. Sure there were moments of crazy as life events usually cause, but the power that is love squanders all chances of crazy winning. We are "strong like bull" as my Grandma Harriet used to say. And YAYYYYY!! Congrats Jess! back to TBC…
Historically whenever I move to a new place I tend to head out for a bite and a cocktail by myself. Some may think this is a little wacky but it's just what I do. Part of the reason is to try to get to know the bartenders and locals. Part of it is that I just get a little bored cooped up in the apartment. Part is painter's block. Which I am currently fully engulfed in, by the way. Ok, most of it is because of painter's block. Anyway, my favorite is the Shuckin' Shack. All fresh seafood, perfect for my pescetarian lifestyle. Now, as a side note, I don't wear shorts. Like ever. I wear long, light skirts with tank tops instead. I'm learning what is best accommodating to the humidity and wind, so one particular day I decided to head to The Shack and wore a wrap-around skirt. (One I can finally fit in again, yeehaw!). All I can say is beach wind plus wrap skirt equals the most stressful two-block walk on the planet. I guess the point of this entry is to admit I drink alone in public for terrible reasons, and to advise the ladies to choose skirts they wear wisely, if they choose to live at the beach. And as a little public service announcement on the greatness that is the Shack, hahaa… You can check them out here.
Other food-related discoveries, since I'm kind of on that subject, is I'm discovering humidity tortures pretzels and chips. And beer tastes better at the beach with seafood than it does in the mountains with meat. And that I don't have to change any recipes according to sea level anymore. I haven't done a lot of cooking since I've been back as I am single now, but it's significantly easier and fresher at the beach. Lots of local veggie markets/organic farmers and fresh, amazing seafood in abundance. And chowda'… say it. Chowda'… My favorite being from Havana's. They win the local chowder competitions and call theirs Charlie's Chowder. Best I've ever had, I'm convinced. They're on the pricier side of seafood restaurants for dinner at the beach, but they do have good lunches and two sets of corn hole games in their yard. In fact, now that I think about it, most restaurants here have sets of Bags in their outdoor patio areas. I couldn't be more stoked about this most awesome discovery. Cold beer, fresh seafood and adult bean bag tossing. Works for me for sure.
"Bags" is another word for the beanbag toss game called Corn Hole... the focus of all Denver parties... SO happy to discover it's loved here as well.
Learn it. Play it. LOVE IT.
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