We’re down to our final week of living in Colorado. Our days in the state are numbered, as are the days until my 30th. Currently 15 to be exact. Seeing as how we will be in Minnesota on my actual birthday and have will known pretty much no one, Josh suggested I celebrate with some friends before we leave. I originally wanted to have a huge birthday party or fly off to NYC for the weekend, but neither one of those options were really feasible. Instead we spent a weekend having a little staycation.
Saturday morning I met a few of my friends at The Brown Palace in downtown Denver for a little pampering. Greeted by a mimosa, I knew it was going to be just the relaxing morning I needed.
Mimosa in hand and comfy robe on, we all chatted in the lounge before one by one, we were taken off to our services. Kailen, Kirsten and I started with our nails as the other girls got massages or facials.
After nails were done, I got an amazing, somewhat painful massage. I really do carry stress in my shoulders. We all finished up around noon and felt refreshed and relaxed.
As we were walking to my favorite little place in LoDo The Market for lunch, a sign appeared.
I take this as our move being meant to be. Between this, selling our house so fast and Ella’s favorite daycare teacher deciding to move home to Minnesota (YEAY!), I don’t think things could be falling into place any better.
We devoured huge pieces of cake with our lunches and said goodbye to Kailen and Jill. Obviously after such a strenuous morning we were exhausted. We checked into our suite for some R&R before getting ourselves ready for a night out.
Re-energized and showered, Rachael, Sarah, Kirsten and I headed to dinner. It was a beautiful night for some rooftop dining and to enjoy the bottle of wine Josh had sent to the table as a surprise.
It was pretty early and we weren’t ready to head back to the hotel yet so we stopped at a bar on the way back to the hotel. The name of it escapes me at the moment but they had all sorts of infused vodkas. I wasn’t brave enough for some of them, but Sarah and Rache were all over the pickle shots.
I think I’m getting too old for shots, but my root beer infused vodka was pretty tasty. We hung out there for a while chatting and people watching. Our favorites were the neon clothed group and a guy carrying around a rugby ball. To each their own.
With our fill of people watching we decided to hit one more bar on our walk. We got so caught up talking and laughing that we walked right by the bars and ended up at the hotel. I had enough anyway. We went up to the room and spent more time talking before I had to get in bed.
At 5:45 the next morning I was wide awake. my body now believes if I get five hours of continuous sleep, I have had enough. That and the girls were so engorged I was in pain. 14oz later, I still couldn’t fall back to sleep. I got dressed, put on my shoes and hit the fitness center for a five mile run. It was slow and I was not feeling hot, but I’m so glad I ran.
Everyone was up by the time I was back and showered. We ate a tasty breakfast then headed our seperate ways. I’m going to see most of them next weekend, but Rache will be out of town. There were long hugs and tears when I dropped her off at her house. Ugh, I’m going to be a mess this week.
I’m so glad I got to spend some quality time with them.