See? There I am, still on Earth (most of the time).
Now, what's going on with me, you ask? (Come on, humor me!) Actually a lot, which is why I haven't been blogging. I'm a busy bee, trying to make my dreams come true... Thanks to my upbringing by paranoid parents, I'm afraid to say too much in this very public forum, but I will say it has to do with my professional life, and it has to do with parties and other very fun things! I'm hoping this venture will get me out of the financial industry once and for all, and get me on my way to self-employment soon! Wish me luck!
Now for a dramatic recount of Hubs's and my trip to Denver...
Overall it was fun, punctuated by some really not fun moments. First, our descent and landing on the flight in was extremely turbulent, which didn't bother me at all, but poor Hubs's motion sickness got the best of him for the first time ever on a plane. Thank goodness for barf bags. Both of us were still suffering from the awful cough and cold that never ends, too, so neither of us got much sleep that night. But we powered through the next day and had a good time. The tour of the mint was fun, and extremely strict! No joke, three armed officers followed us the whole time - we just wanted to get a good look at all the cool displays they had in there, and the tour guides really rushed us through. When they say it's a 30 minute tour, they mean it's a 30. Minute. Tour. I guess they were afraid we were going to steal a handful of pennies or something.
After that we wandered around the city checking out the sights, then went back to the hotel to rest up before the show we were going to that night. Now, I have to back up a little here. Normally I'm very paranoid about how Atticus is doing at home while Hubs and I are out of town, but this time I decided not to harrass my brother, who was house sitting, right away. But I hadn't heard anything from him by this point, and that was a little unusual. So I checked my phone and... he had just texted saying he forgot to go to my house the day before, and just got there at about 4:00 p.m.! Which meant the cat hadn't eaten in well over 24 hours. My poor starving baby! He was fine of course, but I still freaked out a little. Also, I was plum out of Xanax. So I asked Hubs to go down to the bar and get me a martini to calm my nerves. It helped a lot! And then we were on our way to the show.
Now for a plug: We went to this burlesque show in downtown Denver, and it was really super fun! There were boobies and butt cheeks, but no nipples or anything else south of the border, and the dancers were all shapes and sizes. It was very kitschy and cute, and I had so much fun that I drank like 2 or so more martinis while we were there. Now, 3 (or maybe 3.5) martinis isn't a ridiculous amount for me, but I failed to take one key thing into consideration: I live at sea level and Denver isn't called the Mile High City for nothing. The altitude really took its toll on me that night. Not only was I seriously hungover even after guzzling water for a couple hours before bed, but between the altitude and super dry weather, I also felt like I couldn't breathe. And that led me to the first panic attack I've ever had. At 4 in the morning, on the floor of the hotel bathroom. Did I mention I was plum out of Xanax?
So needless to say (but I will anyway), I was really happy to get home on New Year's Eve, to my sea-level town that actually has humidity, and to my bed, which I was fast asleep in by 10:00 that night. I still like Denver, but I swear, every time I travel I realize there's no place I'd rather live in than Southern California!
Well I hope to be able to give you more information about my upcoming venture soon. :) Until then...
