Addicted

When we were first scoping out Denver as a place to live, before The Great Move, G made an apt observation.  He said, "People here love to eat, drink, and be outside."

We were like, "Sign us up!"

I thought of that a lot today, because it describes just about everything I did (minus the panicked paper writing and coffee guzzling and whining that encompasses every morning for me).

A girl can't live on stress summer classes alone. 

I have been buried under homework, breathing into a paper bag at the thought of getting this stuff done pre-Croatia (so all I have to do is huddle in front of a computer - vino in hand - and type, type, type instead of think).  Today, after a couple of hours of paper writing, it was time for a break.  An extended one.

Enter M-dawg and her mad biking skills.

We rode on the Cherry Creek biking trail and found the best place ever to eat lunch.  I use her in much the same way I use G, which is basically to learn how to become more comfortable riding in traffic and on major roads.  I'm not quite ready to do it solo.  They are both experts.  So I trail behind them and yell out comments like, "I think I have a bug in my teeth!" and "My lips are drying out but I can't reach my back pack!" and "Are we almost to the restaurant?  I'm STARVING."  It's really fun for them to have me around.

I gotta tell ya, I am addicted to this lifestyle!  I may never work full time again!  (G will complete the divorce papers when he reads this, since he has been working all cray cray giving important briefings and doing high fallootin' things while I am doing this:)

Why, yes, I do believe I WILL have 17 skinny cucumber citrus margaritas.

Watermelon and Heirloom tomatoes with goat cheese and basil.  Kill me now, I'm ready.

Tuna sliders, Kale salad, and Sweet Potato hash.

 Then it was time to ride the trail back to her place for some pool time.

Action shot!

Ignore the smiles - we are hardcore!  Like, Tour de France.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

And that's not all!  I biked back to my place from hers, solo!  I'm getting the hang of it.

If anyone needs me, I'll be double fisting the Ginger Ale and typing like a mofracker.

T-minus 3 days until Croatia, thank you Jesus and the Heavenly Host.