Oh Colorado. The trip back to the mothership was a whirlwind of food, beer, music, family and friends with a very noticable absence of our good friend sleep. I think we are still recovering from the adventures. I also learned a very imprortant lesson. Nothing is as grand as you remember it. FoCo, you know the place i idealized in my last post? Well we went there and we drank beer and we saw Chaco clad, non-hipster people riding their cruisers and I realized that maybe this place wasn't as perfect as I remember it being. Something about the town seems a little less awesome than my memories made it seem and I'm guessing it has to do with a little thing called growing up. I never want to be a person who will lives in the same place their whole life. FoCo is not where I'm supposed to be anymore. That was my home for all those years of my life, now I'm moving on.
ANYWAY... Our trip was packed full of sports, parties, beer drinking and yeah, not sleeping. Here's the evidence:
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| My besties in FoCo |
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| At the Rockies game |
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| John Butler Trio at Red Rocks = heaven! |
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| 9th row!! |
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| Too much balderdash |
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| Yeah... |
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| We look a little tired. |
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