Well, it is Friday. And, as usual, I am ready for the weekend. I don’t really have any plans (although I may be having people over to watch the Cardinals game on Saturday). I’m down with this. The weather is lovely–I think I’ll check out the new High Line extension. I am ready to relax.
I’ve used this Fitzgerald quote before on this blog–and I know it isn’t really Fall yet–but my birthday always seems like that tipping point for the seasonal shift–and since my Birthday Week starts tomorrow–let’s just allow the use of the quote!
Anyway, I’m off to St. Louis tomorrow (let’s hope for good flight weather) for a week of R & R and gabbing with my Mother Dearest. I promise nothing in the Posting Department.
As I mentioned yesterday, my weekend in the mountains was just delightful. We were there to celebrate the 30th birthday of my friend Jess–but it was also a wonderful reunion. And while the mountains were a ridiculously beautiful backdrop, it was so nice to see all of my dear, dear friends in one place.
We drove up from our cabin (that slept 14 and had so many rooms we kept discovering bathrooms) to Breckenridge where we rode the gondola up to the ski lodge. The gondola was kind of my worst nightmare–an enclosed space dangling on a mountainside–but I made it–and may have gripped the bar so tightly I had rust stains on my hands for the rest of the day. The views were obviously worth it.
We hiked. I left my phone in the car, though, so I have no photos. As a reference, check yesterday’s post for the view. We were at approximately 9,000 ft above sea level–it was amazing what that altitude did to my stamina. Our short hike just about did me in.
On Sunday, we canoed. It was so tranquil and quiet. And I got to put my canoe instructor skills to use and taught everyone strokes and steering techniques. I know my parents are proud (and happy the money spent sending me camp finally paid off).
It was just such a treat to spend so much time with my dear, funny friends. We laughed, we drank a lot of beers, we quoted movies, we basked in the mountain air (and not being at work), we talked about millennials, and told stories. The best.
I also got to spend a fair amount of time in Denver–mostly at drinking outside (not complaining). It is such a different scene–very laidback, people seem calm and happy–not at all like New York. We had brunch on Monday (before heading to the airport–sadface) at a place called Snooze. We had to wait more than 45 minutes. For brunch. On Monday. Tell me about your lives, people, that allow you to brunch on Monday. It was worth it though–because the menu contained an item called Spuds Deluxe. Which was basically shredded hashbrowns with cheese and whatever other toppings you wanted. I’m not including the pic because the deliciousness did not translate in photo form.
Bask in this photo of our pancake appetizer, instead.
Anyway, it was just a perfect trip. I’m so happy we were all able to celebrate Jess’ birthday in the mountains. Thanks for having me, Jess!! And PS, the hashtag for the weekend was to be pronounced three-oh-in-C-O but ended up looking more like some combination of #ochocinco. Oh well.
I had a lovely, wonderful weekend attending a wedding in Virginia. I didn’t take nearly enough photos (or even one of the bride). But, I’m still in recovery mode, so I’ll have a longer post tomorrow. For now, enjoy this little pic from Riverside Park, today.
Please note, nothing is crossed off. I am busy catching up on the living I didn’t do last week while I worked non-stop. Rest assured, Hello I Forgot My Mantra will be back–but I need to, I don’t know, pay my bills and buy stamps, first. And throw away Diet Coke cans.