Simply put. . . if you like mountains go to Colorado. They're everywhere. I had no idea. Colorado reminds me of Utah but without the Mormon infiltration. But I won't go into that whole Mormon thing just now. No time tonight.
You might remember that I went to Colorado during New Year's to visit my friend Jacque after she gave the ultimatum that if I didn't visit this winter she didn't think we could be friends. Yeah, that's the one. So I went and visited her for a whole week. That's a ton of time. I hope she feels extra special with fudge on top. I never visit anyone for a week, do you? Well it was to my great reward believe me.
We ended up taking a 3-hour road trip to southern CO in search of powder. When Chris, her boyfriend, announced his designs for the trip I was all, "Uh, no way I'm going to some remote cabin to spend New Year's weekend with you and Jacque. If I go, we're talking a HOUSE PARTY with dancing and Jack Daniels and I'm kissing someone." This is the part where Jacque says she'll be my last resort. Well then, "OK, I'm in." Turns out there were 10-13 of us in and out of the cabin during the 3-day weekend and we boarded (most skiied) waist deep powder and fixed ourselves outrageous meals at the internet-rented cabin that was full of Rush Limbaugh books, stuffed animal heads, and a 10' bear standing on his legs behind a plexiglass box where the fireplace used to be. MY GOD PEOPLE, YOU TOOK OUT THE FIREPLACE AND REPLACED IT WITH A BEAR. Who DOES that?!
We arrived at the cabin New Year's evening to the sight of a couple friends busily making salmon fajitas and fresh tomato/pineapple salsa - my new best friends! It was a perfect setting for a perfect weekend and it ended up being entirely perfect because I got kissed that night and not by Jacque. Some guy with my same last name, only spelled wrong, was all over me like a puppy dog. And I was the little kitty. I've seen him almost every weekend since. He makes a point of flying to California or getting me out to Colorado. We have roughly 12 nicknames for each other and our gender parts. If that's not love I don't know what is. We send emails of ee cummings and talk more than several times a day and say Baby a lot. I'm kind of freaking out because I feel like I created him in the image of the exact man I want AND who I'd want to be in love with me. Sometimes I have to stop and take a deep breath, close my eyes and say, "Yep. He's real. And you just won the lottery, Sugar!"
Additionally the timing couldn't be more brilliant. When we met I was on my way to leaving the company I had been working at for the previous 3 years because I couldn't stand the lack-of-vision management that continued time and again to strip away creativity and eagerness from its hard-working employees. I'd saved a little money and planned to give myself 6 months to write. And then Mr. Colorado (MC), Honey, Sweet Thaaang comes along right in the middle of it all and makes the change more exciting and hard to believe at the same time. I've got to move out of my apartment because it's too expensive for my unemployed ass and don't rightly fit into my budget. And MC is saying, "Baby, all I know is I've got to close the gap. So if you don't want to move here to write your book, that's no problem, I'm moving there." And I know exactly how he feels.
So I'm moving to Colorado to write in the mountains and get out of this rat race for who knows how long. I'll live at Jacque's alone, she'll move in with her boyfriend, and Mr. Colorado will be just a 40- minute ride away. That's closing the gap while maintaining a little room. Not too close and not too far. OH MY!!!!!!
You might remember that I went to Colorado during New Year's to visit my friend Jacque after she gave the ultimatum that if I didn't visit this winter she didn't think we could be friends. Yeah, that's the one. So I went and visited her for a whole week. That's a ton of time. I hope she feels extra special with fudge on top. I never visit anyone for a week, do you? Well it was to my great reward believe me.
We ended up taking a 3-hour road trip to southern CO in search of powder. When Chris, her boyfriend, announced his designs for the trip I was all, "Uh, no way I'm going to some remote cabin to spend New Year's weekend with you and Jacque. If I go, we're talking a HOUSE PARTY with dancing and Jack Daniels and I'm kissing someone." This is the part where Jacque says she'll be my last resort. Well then, "OK, I'm in." Turns out there were 10-13 of us in and out of the cabin during the 3-day weekend and we boarded (most skiied) waist deep powder and fixed ourselves outrageous meals at the internet-rented cabin that was full of Rush Limbaugh books, stuffed animal heads, and a 10' bear standing on his legs behind a plexiglass box where the fireplace used to be. MY GOD PEOPLE, YOU TOOK OUT THE FIREPLACE AND REPLACED IT WITH A BEAR. Who DOES that?!
We arrived at the cabin New Year's evening to the sight of a couple friends busily making salmon fajitas and fresh tomato/pineapple salsa - my new best friends! It was a perfect setting for a perfect weekend and it ended up being entirely perfect because I got kissed that night and not by Jacque. Some guy with my same last name, only spelled wrong, was all over me like a puppy dog. And I was the little kitty. I've seen him almost every weekend since. He makes a point of flying to California or getting me out to Colorado. We have roughly 12 nicknames for each other and our gender parts. If that's not love I don't know what is. We send emails of ee cummings and talk more than several times a day and say Baby a lot. I'm kind of freaking out because I feel like I created him in the image of the exact man I want AND who I'd want to be in love with me. Sometimes I have to stop and take a deep breath, close my eyes and say, "Yep. He's real. And you just won the lottery, Sugar!"
Additionally the timing couldn't be more brilliant. When we met I was on my way to leaving the company I had been working at for the previous 3 years because I couldn't stand the lack-of-vision management that continued time and again to strip away creativity and eagerness from its hard-working employees. I'd saved a little money and planned to give myself 6 months to write. And then Mr. Colorado (MC), Honey, Sweet Thaaang comes along right in the middle of it all and makes the change more exciting and hard to believe at the same time. I've got to move out of my apartment because it's too expensive for my unemployed ass and don't rightly fit into my budget. And MC is saying, "Baby, all I know is I've got to close the gap. So if you don't want to move here to write your book, that's no problem, I'm moving there." And I know exactly how he feels.
So I'm moving to Colorado to write in the mountains and get out of this rat race for who knows how long. I'll live at Jacque's alone, she'll move in with her boyfriend, and Mr. Colorado will be just a 40- minute ride away. That's closing the gap while maintaining a little room. Not too close and not too far. OH MY!!!!!!