My weekends usually are pretty tame. Busy, yes, but pretty tame. Almost adult like. And then there are the rare weekends like this past weekend where I am reminded what my early twenties looked like. I’m actually surprised that it took two months of dating B to be reminded of that period of my life.
{Little known fact: B is six years younger than me. That puts him right in that early twenties (almost mid luckily) age range.}
Friday night he won a happy hour to this piano bar in downtown Denver that didn’t start until nine. After a day that included a run in with the DMV that did NOT result in a license, paying far too much for a new birth certificate and spending an hour and a half driving a usually half hour drive in 97 degree heat with no air conditioning, I was ready for some drinks. Since I was so late, B had quite the head start on me and was determined I catch up. Within minutes I had two gin and tonics (make those both a double!) in front of me. And so the night of drinking ALL OF THE ALCOHOL began.
There were multiple gin and tonics, hurricanes with extra shots of rum and I can’t even remember what else. There was a lot of dancing involved–which if you know me, you know I was pretty drunk to be making that kind of movement voluntarily in public. A bit after midnight we stumbled home in search of greasy food to ward off the impending hang over only to discover nothing was open.
Toto, we’re not in NYC anymore.
The hangover surprisingly wasn’t so bad. But that amount of gin the night before a wine festival? No no no no. We made it to brunch and to the highlands fair near his apartment but neither did much for our stomachs. It didn’t stop us from going to the festival downtown though.
The festival was really fun and I’m going to write more about it on The Wanderscapes but let’s just say I am COMPLETELY wined out. Over the course of about five hours we had two bottles of wine or more and at one point were drunkenly drinking frappuccinos at Starbucks and eating reindeer sausage from the food trucks to try to balance out our poor stomachs. We sobered up but the heat was super intense and combined with all of the different wines, our stomachs were not happy.
The rest of the weekend was spent relaxing around his neighborhood. It’s always been a favorite of mine, ever since I moved out here and I spent a couple hours while he was at the gym wandering up and down the streets, checking out cute boutiques and all the cute houses. We capped the weekend off with grilled avocado, chicken sausage and grilled corn on the cob. And margaritas. I am not sure why we drank more alcohol but it was a beautiful night so we thought why not.
As much as I would like to not drink again until my trip to St. Simon’s, we all know that’s not going to happen. Especially with TBEX this weekend.
Speaking of, I got my business cards today. They are so pretty right?!
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