Weekend Update.

Hi friends!  It was recently pointed out to me that I’ve been “slacking off,” so I wanted to share some recent excitement (beyond the joy I felt upon finding out someone reads my blog).

Last week I realized I’m basically a toddler: any time I get off my sleep or food schedule, I break down.  It’s not one of my nicer traits, and I try to keep Mr. Hyde in check with nearly constant snacking.  It was the sleep that got me this week, so on Friday night I nested.  One bowl of soup, half a bottle of wine, and four episodes of Game of Thrones later, I felt cured.

On Saturday, I walked along the South Platte River with a friend, commiserating about working too much and working out too little.  Next up was a baby shower, where the soon-to-be parents found out they’re having a boy (congratulations!), followed by a half hour wandering around The Source, which reminded me of a clean, spacious Brooklyn.

The Source Denver

Then I joined my fellow Hoosiers to cheer on the Pacers, who were playing the Nuggets.  It was the first time I’d ever cheered for the opposing team, which is a strange experience.  I kept wanting to cheer along with the crowd, until it became ingrained to automatically boo when everyone else cheered…which made me feel much more confrontational than usual.  When I went out to grab a beer, I ran into a couple guys I went to college with – ironically, one of whom I ran into on Rockies opening day.  We all behaved very responsibly, and I wasn’t at all hungover on Sunday morning.*

Pacers vs Nuggets

We won…in our imagination.

Sunday morning, when I woke up feeling fresh as a daisy, a few of us drove out to Leadville to cross-country ski.  It was a beautiful day spent gliding across the snow, and I felt so lucky to know those people and be in that place.

Cross-country ski

We’re halfway to Sochi.

After a few hours of exploring, we packed up and headed back to the city, and I didn’t freak out at all while driving home in snowy ski traffic when my windshield wiper fluid ran out.**  [I’m cautiously optimistic that my friends still like me.]

Next weekend promises to be just as much fun – some awesome friends invited me to join them at their ski condo in Silverthorne, like a real Coloradan!  I’m going to take a lesson in downhill skiing at Breckenridge!  There’s a hot tub!  And then the Broncos are going to win the Super Bowl!

Hope you all had a great weekend – you’ve already made it through Monday, so it’s all uphill from here (or…you know, downhill if you’re in Breckenridge…).  Go Broncos!

*This is not strictly true.**Neither is this.


Rose Gold.

The week after New Year’s, while driving home from work and talking to my mama, this is what the sky looked like.


Happy sigh.

As the sun continued to set, it only got more dramatic.

Colorado sunset

Molten marble

These pictures don’t do it justice, friends.  It was so beautiful it made you want to grab someone by the sleeve and shout “look to the skies!”  I settled for taking photos from every angle and sharing a few of the best.

It seemed like a good omen for the new year.

Merry New Year.

Friends – how did you ring in the New Year?  I spent 2014 Eve drinking progressively cheap bottles of champagne, which transitioned into shots of Puerto Rican moonshine, which devolved into a shot of Fireball, which we capped off with one last toast of Andre before bed.


Happy happy!

We sat around a friend’s kitchen table, playing cards and laughing about nothing, talking about our goals and travel plans for the year ahead.  (Norway, anyone?  Maybe Patagonia?)  We walked to a local bar, where the bartenders were inexplicably kitted out in 70s attire, to count down to midnight.  30 seconds in the door, one of our girls turned to me and earnestly announced that she had spotted tall men in this bar, and we were going to talk to them.

I consider myself a congenial person, but this young woman put me to shame in the befriending strangers department.  She marched up to Tall Guy #1, tapped him on the shoulder, and said, “What’s your favorite thing about sex?”  Somehow it wasn’t creepy, and we were all friends from there, sharing party crackers and that inevitable shot of Fireball.

We trickled home after midnight, telling each other how much we loved each other and how excited we were for 2014.  Last year seemed full of change almost to the point of chaos, and while it brought growth for me and so many of my friends and family, we all said how much we wished for a year defined by peace.

I live a blessed life, having the luxury to make goals like “clean out the closet” or “work out three times a week,” and I try to remember that.  This year, I wish you all a year filled with your kind of peace, whether that means big changes or quiet moments.  Happy clean slate.  Happy New Year.

Fun Times.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, friends!  Before I think ahead to 2014 (seriously – we’re the Jetsons), I wanted to share a few highlights of the last month, which was a delightful whirlwind of fun.

A fun friend had free bowling at the ever classy Elitch Lanes, where we stole his phone and took silly selfies.



I tagged along on an expedition to Boulder to see a bluegrass concert, featuring local band Paper Bird and The Infamous Stringdusters.  The Stringdusters have a devoted following, some of whom have dubbed themselves “The Jamily” – as in the family that jams.  These folks include hip young singles and former followers of the Grateful Dead – they were fun and welcoming and more passionate about this band than I am about most things in life.  Once I heard the band, I got it, and we’re planning to see them again in March!




Some friends and I were supposed to go see the Christmas lights at the zoo, but instead we ate tasty Ethiopian food, drank rich Ethiopian coffee, and planned our New Year’s Eve celebration.



I attended an ugly sweater party for the first time ever, which reminded me of why I love Denver.  This city has such a spirit of whimsy!  People wore plenty of ugly sweaters in New York (especially in Williamsburg), but they took themselves very seriously.  Here people have themed parties and get dressed up in 80s gear to ride their bikes between bars.  Denver might be my soul city.



I went for a jog in the snow.



My cousin wanted to celebrate her birthday with a trip to the Stampede, a country dance bar in Aurora.  The music was great, and the people-watching was amazing.  I learned to two-step, took a couple-few shots of Fireball, and then missed the shuttle back to the hotel.  I called my friend, drunk-distraught, who patiently suggested that I call a taxi, and then I made him talk to the drunk idiots with whom I was fighting.  I’m not sure he enjoyed that phone call in a traditional way, but at least it’s a story…so basically, you’re welcome.



My amazing co-worker bought me the nicest bottle of Scotch I’ve ever owned, which also came with a lifetime lease on a square foot of land on Islay – so this woman helped me to achieve one of my biggest life dreams without even knowing it.  I can’t wait to visit!


Hope the end of your 2013 was filled with friends, fun, delicious food, and perhaps a life-long dream or two fulfilled.