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I see that Alison beat me to the Colorado update so I don't really feel like telling you the same things. I won't. I will just post a couple pictures.
When we weren't eating at the Waffle House we ate at places that may as well have been the Waffle House.
Here is the Old Prospector we drank with.
Here is the Love of My Life. We got decent pictures and videos because we were in the freakin front row, it was A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.
Here is me panning for gold.
Alison said I would tell the story of Granby but there really is no story. We drove hours through the mountains and almost ran out of gas to get to Granby. There was no Killdozer there. I was misinformed and it made me sad.
We totes went to the Coors brewery. My soul is made out of Coors, I am sure of it.
Here is Alison with her tube. We went tubing. Alison really didn't paint the whole picture on the Tubing Incident. I knew that I would flip my tube so I don't know why I didn't prepare for it better. Whitewater tubing + Sarah = whywouldthatbeagoodidea. As it flipped I grabbed for my shoes since they were slip-ons and they were falling off. Meanwhile some beefy dude sees that I'm not getting out of the water right away and takes that as I Can't Swim or something and he's trying to Save Me. The more he pulls at my arm the farther my shoes are falling off. The whole thing is being watched by the mass of people on the bridge above me. Embarrassing. Then when I have the shoe thing under control I really CAN'T get back on my tube for about 5 minutes and I feel like such a stupid fatty.
I don't get excited for snow unless it's in June. So very pretty.
We spilled beer all OVER that rental car. I was very pleased with us.
Okay, here we go. The Tale of La Vista Motel and how this picture came to be.
Alison and I had been going back and forth on whether we were going to sleep in the car, a sketchy cheap motel, or a moderately priced nice hotel. We decided that for at least night #1 we would go with a cheap motel. Alison picked one at random from the main drag through Denver. It seemed to be just like every other motel. When we go to check in there's a mildly creepy dude working and there's one of those plastic protective shields between him and us. He doesn't give me my ID back until I ask for it. Wasn't sure if it was intentional. Okay, still feeling alright about it. We go to find our room and it's at the end of a dark hallway away from view from the street. Okay, whatever, probably coincidence. There's a large black man in the middle of the hall half-dressed banging on a door yelling for his bitch to let him in. Okay, not feeling good but dealing with it. The room is dirty, of course. Unclean sheets and a poop stained chair. Whatever, it's cheap. I make sure the door is locked. It takes me awhile to fall asleep but eventually I manage it.
1:30 in the morning Alison and I are both asleep when the door to the room opens and a man starts to walk in. Alison jolts out of bed and runs to the door to try to shut this dude out. This is where Alison and I start to experience different emotions. Alison is confused and can't understand why the dude is there. She's quietly talking with him at the door trying to figure out what's going on. Apparently he doesn't speak very good English and looks confused too. I haven't SEEN the dude who's trying to get in but Alison jumping out of bed that way gave me a crazy adrenaline rush and I'm thinking the worst. I want to help Alison but I'm thinking that if the dude knows there's two girls alone in the room it's gonna make the situation worse. In my tired, hazy panic it makes the most sense to me to muster up the best Man Voice I can do and yell out. I have no idea what I yelled but Alison said it was something like "GET OUT OF OUR ROOM!" Apparently I did a good job because Alison didn't realize that it was me who yelled that and is now convinced there's a second dude in the room. The guy at the door leaves after I yell. It's at this point that we pushed the chair against the door and make an unconscious decision not to stay at another sketchy motel for the rest of the trip. It took forever to fall asleep. The dude who had walked in was working the desk in the morning. I freaked out on him a little but he didn't speak good English and I don't think he understood why I was freaking out. He has no idea.
This wasn't much of a story so if you want the detailed version of the trip read http://isawgenercryin.livejournal.com/24516.html?#cutid1. Yep.
Yesterday morning I drove down to Wykoff, Minnesota to hang out with stupid ole Nathan. He changed his mind about seeing me. We mostly drove around the country drinking beer. I also drank at a slummy bar with a bunch of Dudes. I don't have any pictures except this drunk picture of me with Warden playing The Game. This picture is "Okay, you hook up with this chick and in the morning you discover she's taken your big screen TV and your favorite pair of jeans."
When we weren't eating at the Waffle House we ate at places that may as well have been the Waffle House.
Here is the Old Prospector we drank with.
Here is the Love of My Life. We got decent pictures and videos because we were in the freakin front row, it was A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.
Here is me panning for gold.
Alison said I would tell the story of Granby but there really is no story. We drove hours through the mountains and almost ran out of gas to get to Granby. There was no Killdozer there. I was misinformed and it made me sad.
We totes went to the Coors brewery. My soul is made out of Coors, I am sure of it.
Here is Alison with her tube. We went tubing. Alison really didn't paint the whole picture on the Tubing Incident. I knew that I would flip my tube so I don't know why I didn't prepare for it better. Whitewater tubing + Sarah = whywouldthatbeagoodidea. As it flipped I grabbed for my shoes since they were slip-ons and they were falling off. Meanwhile some beefy dude sees that I'm not getting out of the water right away and takes that as I Can't Swim or something and he's trying to Save Me. The more he pulls at my arm the farther my shoes are falling off. The whole thing is being watched by the mass of people on the bridge above me. Embarrassing. Then when I have the shoe thing under control I really CAN'T get back on my tube for about 5 minutes and I feel like such a stupid fatty.
I don't get excited for snow unless it's in June. So very pretty.
We spilled beer all OVER that rental car. I was very pleased with us.
Okay, here we go. The Tale of La Vista Motel and how this picture came to be.
Alison and I had been going back and forth on whether we were going to sleep in the car, a sketchy cheap motel, or a moderately priced nice hotel. We decided that for at least night #1 we would go with a cheap motel. Alison picked one at random from the main drag through Denver. It seemed to be just like every other motel. When we go to check in there's a mildly creepy dude working and there's one of those plastic protective shields between him and us. He doesn't give me my ID back until I ask for it. Wasn't sure if it was intentional. Okay, still feeling alright about it. We go to find our room and it's at the end of a dark hallway away from view from the street. Okay, whatever, probably coincidence. There's a large black man in the middle of the hall half-dressed banging on a door yelling for his bitch to let him in. Okay, not feeling good but dealing with it. The room is dirty, of course. Unclean sheets and a poop stained chair. Whatever, it's cheap. I make sure the door is locked. It takes me awhile to fall asleep but eventually I manage it.
1:30 in the morning Alison and I are both asleep when the door to the room opens and a man starts to walk in. Alison jolts out of bed and runs to the door to try to shut this dude out. This is where Alison and I start to experience different emotions. Alison is confused and can't understand why the dude is there. She's quietly talking with him at the door trying to figure out what's going on. Apparently he doesn't speak very good English and looks confused too. I haven't SEEN the dude who's trying to get in but Alison jumping out of bed that way gave me a crazy adrenaline rush and I'm thinking the worst. I want to help Alison but I'm thinking that if the dude knows there's two girls alone in the room it's gonna make the situation worse. In my tired, hazy panic it makes the most sense to me to muster up the best Man Voice I can do and yell out. I have no idea what I yelled but Alison said it was something like "GET OUT OF OUR ROOM!" Apparently I did a good job because Alison didn't realize that it was me who yelled that and is now convinced there's a second dude in the room. The guy at the door leaves after I yell. It's at this point that we pushed the chair against the door and make an unconscious decision not to stay at another sketchy motel for the rest of the trip. It took forever to fall asleep. The dude who had walked in was working the desk in the morning. I freaked out on him a little but he didn't speak good English and I don't think he understood why I was freaking out. He has no idea.
This wasn't much of a story so if you want the detailed version of the trip read http://isawgenercryin.livejournal.com/24516.html?#cutid1. Yep.
Yesterday morning I drove down to Wykoff, Minnesota to hang out with stupid ole Nathan. He changed his mind about seeing me. We mostly drove around the country drinking beer. I also drank at a slummy bar with a bunch of Dudes. I don't have any pictures except this drunk picture of me with Warden playing The Game. This picture is "Okay, you hook up with this chick and in the morning you discover she's taken your big screen TV and your favorite pair of jeans."
