We didn’t think we’d like Aspen. We were expecting affluent assholes, pretentious pricks, and spoiled schoolkids. We were expecting Telluride. Telluride feels like it’s uncomfortable with its rich-town status. It asserts that its mine is still open, that it’s a working-class town. Which is bullshit, of course, the houses in town start at $2MM. Telluride is rich but self-conscious. It’s annoying and grating. Aspen is somehow the opposite.
Aspen is rich and not self-conscious at all. It’s just rich and doesn’t give a shit. It’s comfortable being rich, and we felt comfortable not being rich there. I don’t care that the women shop at the local Chanel or Burberry stores; they can do whatever they want. Just don’t wear a Burberry scarf and tell me it’s only there to keep your neck warm. Be comfortable with your status symbols, Telluride!
So as I was saying, Aspen is awesome. There’s even a New York-style floppy pizza slice place (we definitely didn’t see THAT coming). You can grab a slice to go and eat in the pedestrian-only area of town where there are tables and statues and little streams running along the sidewalks that the dogs play in. And the dogs are somehow all well-behaved, like they’ve all gone to finishing school (because they probably have). It’s a very pleasant town.
But if there ever was an expensive ski town, it’s Aspen. I’ve never seen more land listings for over $50MM than in Aspen. Houses are just as bad. We saw a downtown, skiing-adjacent apartment for sale for $400,000. It’s a studio.
We’re going to have to get serious about winning the lottery if we want to live here.