And it's nearing the end of my first four days off since Christmas. I'd like to say that I'm well-rested and ready to go for the work wk but the case is that there is not enough "rest" that could prepare me for the current rotational position that I'm in. I was hoping that maybe this wkend would put a dent in my loathing. I was wrong. I really hate it.
I hung out with my favorite ginger whom the majority of readers may know as the Cougar and a blonde New Yorker who goes by the name of Leni for my 4th of July wkend. The place was a farm in Wellington, CO. The situation: A sketchy one. Storms reaked havoc on the northern area of Colorado and this amazing moment was born out of the chaos:
Yeah. That would be the most awesome double rainbow I've ever seen.
Sketchiness prevailed and it involved four-wheeling, a large goat, lost dogs, a lot of wine, illegal explosions, and a voluntary breathalyzer that proved I was sober enough to be driving.
I'll leave it at that.
Otherwise, I'm skating by. My sister left this wkend for LA and I'm both heartbroken and excited. This closely followed the exodus of my best friend who I shall call "Liv" who also took someone I dearly love and miss by the name of "Boca". With friends scattered all over this state from Boulder to Littleton to Fort Collins, my apartment in Stapleton is starting to feel like a bad idea yet simultaneously feeling more like home than it has since I moved in. It's a rough go, being in an old town in new circumstances, and I'm trying to figure it out while wallowing through the shitty aspects of my job. I moved here to avoid starting over again and surprisingly enough, that is pretty much exactly what I got.
But on the bright side, there are things in the future that are looking to be amazing opportunities. And I'm holding my breathe and counting the minutes until I can set those opportunities into stone.
Until then, we'll see.
And I shall leave you with my fave iPhone pic of the wkend, starring Senor Snowball Pantalones....
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