Girl's Weekend in Colorado

Here's a question for all you concert-going enthusiasts: standing room, general admission seating implies that when 3 people in front of you leave for whatever reason, do they have the right to claim back their spot? My best friend Amy and I were rocking out to one of Colorado's famous bands, Big Head Todd and the Monsters up in Breckenridge, when a family of three who were collectively imbibing on a secret flask of whiskey plus beer, decided to leave their spots right in front of us. Probably to get more alcohol. In my opinion, concert etiquette meant we could and should fill in the extra space, right? Apparently, the drunk trio felt otherwise and upon returning began to whine how girls of 5'4" and 5'7" were blocking their view of the band. I figured they could have their spot back if they only asked, but they played the passive aggressive card instead. And so we held our position until the delightful end.

Thumbs up for "why yes, we smell pot."

The whole weekend with Amy was a fabulous reunion, filled with other interesting stories and observations. Upon picking her up at the airport at 7:00 am, we proceeded directly to breakfast where I heard a story about a woman who thought the kicking pain in her belly was the result of a poor diet... for nine months. Turns out it was a baby the whole time. Thankfully, mom and surprise baby are doing incredibly well and are enjoying each other's company. After breakfast and prior to the concert we enjoyed a 6.5 mile hike where we encountered a lady walking a puppy on the trail. She was congratulating the 7 week old dog in a baby voice for his "very successful poopie!" The lady was clearly very proud.

Gluttons for punishment, the next day Amy and I signed up for a Body Pump class filled with exuberant thirty-something moms, led by a seemingly lackadaisical instructor. Neither of us could keep a straight face when she told us to "use your back door" when referring to triceps extensions. Okay, maybe we have the maturity of twelve year olds because the giggles didn't stop when we took the following yoga class. Amy kept trying to use her back door while channeling her "isosceles triangles" in chair pose. The instructor said this, I kid you not. It made me wonder what bizarre things have come out of my mouth when I teach yoga...
 
Later that night, we were scheduled to go dancing with a dear friend of mine from high school.  (I didn't really think this through after hiking and the gym, two things that I never do in real life.) But she would be bringing another friend I had not seen in over 14 years so we found our resolve- we'd dance; sore back doors not. Of course being the cheapskate that I am, I insisted we could easily walk the mile from the hotel to the dance club instead of taking a cab. Milk was the club and had variety of rooms playing anything from 80's music, to electronic, to goth. Amy and I settled in wearing sundresses and sandals, only a slight contrast from trench coats, chains, lace and eyeliner. We loved the uninhibited dance moves and people watched as we sipped our beers,  jiggling what body parts that weren't already aching. I saw one gentleman snort cocaine and another palm what seemed like ecstasy amid the flurry of was described as the "Gothic March." It was like red tinted dream, but totally worth spending time with some hilarious and interesting friends from my childhood. On the way home, after a few drunken cheers for boobies and babes we more or less passed out once our heads hit the pillows.

Fitting right in.

 When planning for our reunion Amy mentioned she wanted new photos of us, so I logged onto Groupon and found a photographer for $39.00. We met her the next day at the hotel and over champagne toasts, we proceeded in making onlookers think that I had just proposed. Truth is, she'd be worth it, but of course is already married! The shoot was short and sweet- 40 minutes in exchange for 25 pictures on disc. The photographer, Devorah Roldan did a phenomenal job. She was professional, creative and timely. Should anyone be interested find her here and here and here  (links to her website, FB, and Groupon.)

She said yes!

Not quite done with my sweet Amy, we hopped back into the car and drove to my parents house for another mini reunion. Margo was only slightly pissed that I left her for two days and kept her eye on me the entire time, but was social enough to give Amy some warm hugs and kisses. Sadly, after steak and champagne and crooning over toddlers and babies, it was time to take her to the airport. In three days we hiked over 57,000 steps and drove 300 miles, and laughed off 10,000 calories. God knows why she loves me, but Amy is part of my heart and soul and I am indebted to her amazing friendship and insatiable sense of humor. I don't know when or where we will see each other next, but 10 years ago we both committed to seeing each other at least once a year, and have followed through; every time picking up right where we left off.