March 6th - Hut Hanging

Last night was a weirdly normal night.

My boyfriend’s sister, Amelia, had been wanting to try out a restaurant just a couple blocks from her house for a while. The problem? Well, we’re in the middle of a pandemic (well, actually, hopefully nearing the end), and it doesn’t seem at all worth it to go do something as normal as go out for dinner.

In Denver, however, some restaurants are doing their best to minimize covid discomfort with ‘huts’. Upon further investigation, Amelia discovered that the restaurant that she had been wanting to go to has those huts - they call them greenhouses and they’re just big enough to fit a small, round table and four chairs. Amelia, her boyfriend, me, Austin. Perfect.

We booked the reservation, got all dressed up for the first time in months (I quite literally think this was the first time I had put on foundation since maybe November), and we went out for dinner. Went OUT for dinner. To a restaurant. And felt safe.

As my dad put it, “Hopefully soon we won’t have to eat in huts!”, but, for last night, our hut was pretty perfect.