#emo.

I shot down the mountain to Denver this past weekend (aka two weekends ago now.  aka this post has been sitting in my drafts for too long).  Amos Lee played at Red Rocks on Friday evening with the Colorado Symphony Orchestra and there was no way in haillll Mary and I were going to miss out on that show.

Ask Mary about the time she blacked out and bought 2 Amos Lee tickets 6+ months in advance.

I got to Denver around 3p and was excited to buzz past my old office quickly before meeting Mary before the concert.  My excitement quickly faded when Denver traffic hit me square in the face.  The anxiety inducing, vehicle stopping, assholes behind the wheel traffic.

I lived in Denver for almost 7 years, right?  You would think the commotions of a big city wouldn't have phased me much if at all.  You would think it might even be mildly comforting to me considering singing sirens at one point acted as a lullaby to me for crying out loud!

Even with the mild anxiety (side note: a Steamboat coworker of mine spent a week in Denver with her sons last week and had similar a reaction to the traffic and commotion.  I blame/thank our quiet small town for our inability to tolerate traffic/too many people) to all the people, I had the weekend of my dreams.  It included so many of my very favorite things it was almost overwhelming.  I didn't take too many photos because I was too busy yoga'ing at Red Rocks, holding 5 day old babies, playing with 1.5 year old babies, drinking bottomless mimosas with 3 grown ass babies (love you Mary, Steven and Todd!!!), drinking bottomless bellini's with 2 beautiful babies (WUT?  When you live somewhere that does not offer bottomless brunch beverages and bottomless brunch beverages just so happens to be one of your favorite things in all of existence, you say yes to bottomless brunch beverages 2 mornings in a row simply because you can.) and a night out with my bestest of all best friends that trumps any night out I've had in 7+ months.

See those girls in the above photo?  These girls have my heart.  I was reflecting last night how that group of girls has been together through the highest of highs (new jobs, new boyfriends, new fiancés, new husbands, brand new babies, work promotions, new homes, personal goals, moving, travels) and the lowest of lows (breakups, cheating men, loss of jobs, loss of apartments, death, illnesses, broken hearts, broken homes) and truly every single thing in between.  I can safely say they have seen me at my happiest and they have seen me at my lowest.  And I feel confident saying that I've seen them at their happiest and I have seen them at their lowest.  What a beautiful and profound fact.  The thought that we could gather together after a solid year plus of being together, and pick up EXACTLY where we left off gave me goosebumps.  The joy behind the hundreds of memories we've created simply can not compare to many things.  I'm not setting this up to say that I haven't met life long friends outside of these girls, or that I can't meet life long friends outside of these girls, but they really are the bees knees.  I was talking to Jaime about new friends and new coworkers and she looks at me with a sly smile and goes "Well, they have pretty big shoes to fill."  And  man oh man is she right.

Needless to say I left Denver emotional for so many reasons.  I was leaving so fulfilled (literally and figuratively speaking.  I ate so much {too much?} good food!!!) with the variety of friends and family   I was able to catch up with and the dozens of new memories made.  Corny?  Yes.  True?  Absofreakinglutely.