Obnoxious socks! Love them. :)
But I digress. After what was probably one of the most exciting shopping excursions Gina has ever experienced, we bundled up and headed to the mountains to go snowshoeing. It was a little cold at first, but once we got moving, we quickly realized we overdressed. It was a really fun experience. I definitely want to try it again when we have a little more time and when I hadn't been up since 4:30 a.m. with only 3 hours of sleep. I was beat!
On Friday, Gina and I headed to her gym (once again, she pointed out the supposed views of the mountains...everything was still covered with fog), and we went to a spin class. The instructor kept warning us not to go anaerobic, but my flatlander lungs were struggling to get enough oxygen. The promise of a smoothie after the class helped me push through.
Friday afternoon, the rest of the girls FINALLY arrived. Sheryl, Allison and Holly came in from Kansas City, and Christy flew in from sunny San Diego. It has been a long time since we've all been in the same place all at once. We had to head to the ski rental shop to pick up our skis, but then the focus quickly turned to food (a common theme when we all got together). Waits are pretty long in Boulder at restaurants on Friday nights, but we ended up eating at a cute little Italian place with yummy food. I think the first time we all stopped talking from the time the rest of the girls arrived was when they delivered our dinner to the table.
Saturday morning (my birthday!) we headed to Breckenridge for some skiing. It was a beautiful day, and the conditions were perfect on the slopes. We don't have any daredevils in the group, so we stuck with mostly greens, but decided toward the end of our day to challenge ourselves with a blue. We all made it safely off the mountain. There were a few leg cramps from the evil ski boots, but no major injuries to report.
We left Breckenridge Saturday afternoon to make it back to Gina's to give us time to get cleaned up so we could go out to dinner to celebrate my birthday. I felt so lucky to get to spend my birthday with 5 of the greatest friends a girl could have. Since Mexican food on my birthday is a bit of a tradition, we headed to a restaurant in Boulder called Rio. Not that we have any lushes in the group, but we were a little surprised to hear that the restaurant has a 3 margarita maximum per person. And even more shocked to see that they were small. By our second round of margaritas, we learned that they weren't your average everyday margaritas. They were high octane. It made for a fun night. Many thanks to Arch (Christy's super thoughtful husband) for arranging to buy us our first round of drinks. He got the evening kicked off in the right way.
Looks innocent, doesn't it? HA!