As we learned when we got into town, Labor Day weekend coincides with Taste of Colorado. This meant trying to learn fluency in the Denver transit system immersion style, to get over to the park before all the good samples had run out.
Though much larger than Taste of Tacoma the vendors were less generous. The event was so big in fact, it seemed they didn't expect you to go through the whole thing. Vendors had multiple booths. This repetition, as well as the size and the congestion made it very easy to get temporarily lost.
Though the samples were rare and small, there was one exception that dribbled the heart like a basketball. International Coffee House's new product line of iced coffee was available, and perhaps a refill, and if you snuck around to another side perhaps another. It can best be described as chocolate milk crack. We drank as much as physically possible and within a short amount of time they had two new converts. (Maybe we shouldn't mix drug and religion metaphors. Who are we Karl Marx?)
In a pointless attempt to make up for me learning that we missed a free Pointer Sisters concert, Isaiah and I saw "G Love and the Special Sauce." We did have fun laughing about how "G Love" can't play guitar, rap or sing and he spent the concert doing all three.
(He made John Mayer look like John Lee Hooker. Or Anthony Kedis look like Rakim. Maybe a younger stepbrother to Beck, who, while doing a keg stand at his frat, slipped and gave himself brain damage... I'm being too harsh. It's not fair to critcize something against something that doesn't exist (unless El-P joined the Black Keys...I mean I'm not even asking that he sound like Biggie rapping over Muddy Waters) There were many, many people and they really liked it. It was curious though that leading up to the concert 30%ish of the crowd was African American. Once the white boy blues rap started, it shrunk to less than 1%. Later on there was some flag waving country that made Toby Keith sound nuanced. Carrhart then launched into "Bust a Move." It was awesome and way better than Mr. Love and his mayonaise.
And if you saw our feet tapping it was only because they were twitching from the ice coffee. Speaking of keg stands, you think the ice coffee comes keg size?
Inside and leading up to Taste of Colorado were magicians. We were quite impressed with one who pulled a goldfish (complete with bowl) from his hat, until we saw on the shoulder of a pedestrian next to us a brightly colored parrot, (not part of the act) thereby becoming the craziest thing we saw that day. Also in the running was a group practicing Canto do Galo Capoeira, which involves pretend fighting while chanting. It looks like hippie Tae-bo. A break dance-off at a Dave Matthews concert.
It was back to the bus and then back to the van.
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