My best friend moved away from Miami. Just typing that made my stomach hurt. She at one point or another fell in love with Denver, CO. So she and her boyfriend packed their bags sold their cars and took the plunge. I hate how much they are loving it.
Aaaanyway. It was her birthday and so me and another friend spent about two months slapping ourselves on the wrist for CONSTANTLY… C O N S T A N T L Y almost giving away the surprise… that we would be going to visit her! We arrived late Thursday night & intercepted her as she came home from bar hopping across the city.
We terrified her:
Excuse the unprofessionalism in the video, we were crazy excited.
Now let me be honest with everyone real quick… I am no party animal. I prefer day drinking and house parties to running around town. It’s a once a week at most occurrence for me. But anything for my friends…. I was ready for bed – but my girl pulled the “it’s my birthday” card and I obliged. (good karma)
It was Denver … what did you want from me?
Woke up and went to straight to Union Square, gorgeous:
We had a lit breakfast at Snooze.
And although I usually just say that
I am NOT just saying that.
We all agreed it would be awesome to work there. All the waiters clearly – not just got along – were friends. They were having fun. I promise you it made the already delicious food, taste better.
Ignore me I know nothing about celebrities/pop culture/music (save Steve Irwin, Drake, Bad Bunny, & POUYA)…
Then we went for a light walk.
JK it was a three-hour ordeal and our experience could easily merit an episode of I Shouldn’t Be Alive.
Okay no but we were expecting a casual stroll and got to walk through an uncovered trail through red hot sand…. through some of the most beautiful landscape I have ever seen. (Keep up I am 100% hot and cold like that all the time) Also when you are scoffing thinking it wasn’t that hot please keep in mind that you are hearing this from a cold-blooded human being that frequently falls asleep in gym saunas and didn’t bother to get her air conditioning fixed in the dead of summer when it broke for two weeks.
So yes, I am being A LITTLE dramatic… But only a little.
Released my weight in sweat.
Stopped to take pictures for the sake of stopping.
There were some cool flowers. The long ones are Spanish Bayonets. And those are not just regular dandelions… they are Hulk Dandelions… okay that’s a lie but it shouldn’t have to be… They are huge!
Puppy paws were burning. He had to be carried.
I tried to carry him for a bit but that lasted all of 10 minutes. Props to Robbie who carried for about an hour.
My legs were shaking by this point.
I died and was sent to hell but they sent me back because I was too hot and it was disturbing the other demons.
We reached civilation. Hydrated, napped, showered and went out for another night of debauchery. Which started with…
They make your mouth feel like it’s full of minty \lemony pop rocks for all of one minute. And then you take a super sweet shot, because idk? … I’d be fine with just the flower.
We ate at home. They don’t have a cafetera (Cuban coffee maker… spanglish will be a thing here) and it hurt but we resolved with Starbucks.
Then we went to a reservoir… -_-
Look. I am going to be harsh here because I love the water. I love being in water and if this is 5 years in the future you probably think this post is super weird because WHERE THE FISH AT?! WHERE THE WAVES BE?! I will explain at the end.
BUT I’d be lying if I said the reservoir was in itself fun… there was a makeshift beach area with all of 3.6 inches of water roped off and that was the only place people were allowed to swim. Did I say people because I meant kids. Thousands of them packed in 2.3 inches of beach water space with an adult here and there. OH and 5 life guards every inch. It was awful. And the water was -67 degrees. Okay no but it was soooo cold and the atmosphere was sooooo hot that I am sure it exaggerated what we were feeling.
Worse was that every 30 minutes or so the lifeguards would start blowing their whistles which marked what one of them playfully called “Adult Swim.” Sounds good right? No kids just a bunch of sexy adults swimming sans children. Well you are wrong. No one is sexy at the reservoir. The water is too cold and the air too hot. There is no swimming during adult swim. Everyone has to get out of the water… It’s just break time for lifeguards I guess… I don’t know we didn’t get a clear explanation.
Nonetheless, it was a great time. The reservoir was a fail but the friends made it awesome. There is no such thing as not having fun when you are with friends… and food… no particular order tbh.
We were all dead so no party tonight (jumps for joy on the inside)… Instead we had a birthday dinner at Texas de Brazil (jumps off a cliff from joy on the inside) and ate ourselves into a coma.
We started the day with mimosas and guac. It was a good day.
Nina’s mother came to town and we went to a Brewery for breakfast\brunch… Blue Moon Brewery. I got queso dip, a steak flat bread and a beermosa to make it breakfasty.
You- what’s a beermosa
Me – it’s in the name.
You – that was bitchy
Me – heres a pic!
… it is a mimosa made with beer.
So Nina’s little brother is an AMAZING rapper. And he coincidentally was in Denver for a (sold out) show. We did another round of flower shots and then joined him backstage for his concert. Absolutely phenomenal.
Reading this it probably seems like we were there forever but it really felt like 2.5 seconds. Time flies when you love everyone around you.
Strange that my first blog post would be about my time spent on land instead of with water. But HEY when inspiration kicks in don’t fight it, right?
It’s taken me a long time to start this blog. Maybe I am so passionate about the ocean I can’t write my first post about it because if this is a huge flop (pun intended) it will be easier to handle if it isn’t because I was lackluster in writing about the love of my life… the ocean.
Stay tuned. Stay fascinated.