Girl Time Part 2

I went on another girl weekend but this time it was to Colorado. A group of us went to visit a friend. The fact that we actually made the trip was a feat. One was coming down from the Yukon (well, not really but Edmonton is pretty close). Three from Seattle + one from Olympia (she couldn’t make the trip at the last minute). My lasting memory from our time together was the non-stop laughter. Very loud laughter. It was awesome. It took us hours to do anything which is funny since the 5 of us tend to be on the run most of the time. Besides the obligatory shopping at the outlet malls we did manage to get a great snowshoe trek/hike/trudge in. I thought my head and lungs were going to explode but it was definitely worth the effort.

Sadly, the weekend came to an end too quickly. We got stuck in a traffic jam trying to get out of the mountains – as a result, E missed her flight back to Edmonton. She was kind enough to drop M and me off at the airport and return the rental car. (She’s so nice) M and I arrived at the ticket counter too late to check our bags so we had to make a dash for the plane with 2 bags each. The line at security wasn’t too long but M got hung up showing her id and boarding pass, meanwhile security asked me what I had in my bag. Confused, I tried to recall what I had packed that would prompt such a question. Me: Uh....2 pairs of running shoes. A pair of snowshoes. Security: Snowshoes? We’re going to have to open your bag. Me: (internal) You have to open my bag to look at the snowshoes? You live in Denver, how can you be confused with snowshoes? Me: (external) M, I think we’re gonna miss our flight.

After making it through security with making a single smart ass comment to the security guards we run to the train and miss it. So we wait. We get on the train and our terminal is the last stop naturally. Out the door, up the escalator, run down the terminal corridor to our gate. M ran, I couldn’t handle more than a slow job. It was the “go on without me” sort of jog. It was pathetic.

I did miss the Super Bowl. It doesn’t seem like a big deal but I haven’t missed seeing a Super Bowl since I was 10. Which, if you know how old I am, means I haven’t missed one in a very long time. In retrospect, I’m glad I missed it. I would have spent the game yelling at the t.v. Instead of sour memories of the Super Bowl, I have really great memories of spending time with friends. Ah, isn’t that sweet?