[left: Valerie of Global Exchange and a guy from ENGAGE (sorry -- forgot name!)]

Maybe I’m too adventurous for my old age? When filling out the United Students for Fair Trade application, I checked off the home stay option. And USFT took me up on it — Jenny, a Univ. of Denver student, generously offered her futon.

When I walked in, I was greeted by a 3-foot hookah on the coffee table. A pretty ornate one at that.

[right: Lauren, USFT regional coordinator for the West]

Not that pot smoking’s something I consider juvenile or passe. I mean that I’ve always been fascinated with accoutrements, and that these seem to be getting more and more complicated as I get older. When I was in San Francisco, Jill used a humidifier type thing in conjunction with a bong. Her take was that it was healthier — less burning of the lungs. In the end you were left with a bowl of not ashes, but what looked like breadcrumbs.

Back to Denver — Jenny, a friend, and I were chatting, getting to know each other a bit, when another girl walked in to declare she’d made out with some guy called Colin in her car the night before. “Why were we in my car?” she mused.

Very chill, nice girls, they were. Still, hanging out with them, I felt quite old — in a positive way.

I think what got me in Denver was that — especially in conjunction with the excruciatingly cold weather that weekend — I kept having flashbacks to my college days in Indiana — One of the most boring and depressing times in my life that, most of the time, I manage to repress from my conscious memory.

Or maybe it was just my seasonal affective disorder kicking in. Cuz they were good times :) See the pics from the closing party.

Regardless, it’s good to be back. Ahhh — weather in the 60s — smoke free bars —

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