I’ve been meaning to blog lately but I’ve been busy and when I’m busy, two things take a backseat: blogging and personal hygiene. So please excuse me while I blog about outdated stuff.
A couple weekends ago, I flew out to Colorado to visit my niece. She goes to college at the University of Colorado at Boulder, which goes by the initials CU. So confusing. Why?!
My brother bought a CU hat for my nephew and I thought it was “California University” for half the day.
It was family weekend at CU, so my brother, SIL, twinsie nephews, and I all flew into Denver. I immediately noticed I had flown far enough to reach a different type of natural disaster.
I will take a hurricane over a tornado any day.
I Uber’ed it to the hotel in Boulder and met up with my family. We chatted for a bit and then everyone but my brother and I went to bed early because they are lame. My brother and I went to the hotel bar because we both picked up the really-good-at-drinking gene in the family.
Saturday morning, we went out for breakfast at The Egg and I. It’s a chain breakfast restaurant, but none of us had been there before and we all really liked it. Run, do not walk to try their Pumpkin Pecan Waffle. It was so good that I instantly regretted the decision to share with everyone.
After breakfast, we toured my niece’s sorority which was surprisingly nice.
I’m not sure why I had the idea that sororities are like run down tenements where girls have to bare-knuckle fight over the last piece of bread, but it was not like that at all. It was more like a small Gryffindor with spunky females that have fast metabolisms and can’t do any magic.
After the sorority tour, all of us but my SIL (bad knee) and nephew next to me in the pic above (broken foot) headed over to the Flatirons for some all uphill hiking.
There is no filter on that picture.
In the Flatirons, there is a climbing trail and a hiking trail. We ended up taking the climbing trail on accident and we only know this because we saw the signs on the way down. On our way up, we saw people coming down with full climbing gear, which in retrospect, was probably our first clue.
We reached the first flatiron in about 45 minutes.
But then we made our way back down from there since we were ill-prepared for climbing.
Saturday night, we went to dinner at Zolo Southwestern Grill and then walked along Pearl Street for a bit. It was rainy so there weren’t a lot of people out, but I saw one woman standing on a park bench, with one arm to the sky, humming loudly to no one in particular. I have a feeling the people watching there is magnificent and I must go back.
I left Sunday morning. *sad face* The trip was really short but I had fun hanging out with the family, getting to see a little bit of Boulder, and wearing my one long-sleeved piece of clothing.