Yesterday I was able to explore Denver quite a lot!  I walked up and down the 16th Street Mall.  I saw the Denver Museum of Contemporary Art.  I saw some street performers.  I think that pictures can sum up the sights of a city better than words:

It is quite small, so you cannot read it, but this bull holds on it a fun fact.

Fun Fact:  Denver is one of only four places in the United States where coins are legally minted.

Mr. E.  Why was the piano player arrested?  Because he got into treble.

Mr. E. did not just make a joke about pianos for no apparent reason.  You must understand that the public sculptures and the random pianos that people may actually sit down and play started my brain.  I began to consider that art museums put public sculptures outside of their institutions in order to allow art to be more accessible.  To a certain extent, theaters have adopted this tradition.  There are certainly sculptures outside of the Denver Center for the Performing Arts.  They were really interesting!

Yes, this is one of the statues outside of the Denver Center for Performing Arts.  While it is very nice and wonderful that visual art is being placed as public art outside of the performing arts center.  I wonder if it would not make more sense to offer some public art that is performance based as well!  What if every theater contacted street performers that did an act relevant to the current show that they were producing?  The theater would ask them to perform in front of the theater the entire time that the house was open until the show began.  Then, as the audience walked into the theater, they would be entertained.  The street performers could continue to work for tips, so they would be attracted to working at that time.  Finally, people might even come to the theater earlier and there would be fewer house holds.  So, for all my friends that might potentially be artistic directors or high up on the management team for a theatre one day, entertain this notion.  It might work in practice.

My aunt Phyllis was painting the entire time that I was exploring.  She has some really swanky watercolors:  Respect!

Another exciting thing that happened is that I finally broke down and purchased lunch from one of the lunch carts.  I decided Indian food was a good idea!  It was!  Mostly…Well, yes, mostly.  I ordered my food, and the gentleman in the cart asked me if I wanted it hot.  I said I would like it mid-range spicy.  He said, “Okay!” with what I imagined to be a very sly smile.  I got my food, and I said to myself, “Water!  I don’t need no stinkin’ water!”  I walked to a park, and I sat down and began to eat.  It was spicy!  I enjoyed the first five minutes immensely.  Then, I began to sweat.  Then, my nose began to run.  Then, I was extremely uncomfortable.  I kept eating though because it was so delicious.  Suddenly, a hippie rounded the corner walking his dog.  He looked at me, ran up to me, and said, “Are you all right, man?  You don’t look so good.”  I said, “I’m fine.  It’s just.  The food is really spicy!”  Then, he said that there was a water fountain really close.  “I don’t think it’s working though, man…Oh!  Right by it there is a bathroom though!  You could get water from that!”  I ran over to the water fountain.  After three, long seconds of waiting, it worked!  I gulped down delicious, refreshing water.  I still had a lot of food left, so I sat on the ground right next to the water fountain just in case I needed more.  It was then that I noticed a man dressed in business casual who was eyeing me suspiciously.  He took a Ziploc container out of his bag and promptly dressed a salad, eyeing me like I was no good.  I kept eating.  Then, I would make funny noises like it was super spicy and drink the water.  This business casual gentleman with the salad kept eyeing me like I was up to no good.  I did not understand how I was up to no good, but I made several trips back and forth from my food and the water fountain.  Each time he looked at me more suspiciously until he finished his salad.  He gave me one last look-over, nodded his head in disapproval, and left.  I did not understand as I had shaved and was wearing decent clothing.  My only conclusion was that I was obviously too professional of a puppeteer, and he was disapproving that I was not casual enough like him.

My aunt Phyllis gave me a ride back to Boulder, and I continued to have wonderful performances and success on Pearl Street.  In the evening my uncle Chuck and aunt took me out to dinner, which was a lovely Italian place.  Finally, I hopped on the bus to get to St. Louis.  Bye Denver!

The bus trip was quite uneventful, but once I got to St. Louis, I met Con!  Lovely!  I also was able to perform my first show for the community collabARTive here.  It went quite well.  Tomorrow there will be more shows in the City Park in the afternoon.  More later!  HAPPY DAY!