"Pack a bag. We're going away for the weekend. It's a surprise."
This was all he'd say about the weekend getaway he planned to celebrate our anniversary. For crazy type-A's like myself, I tried my best not to look panicked, but I have to admit, not knowing how to pack my suitcase or plan for travel logistics definitely left me a little anxious.
I have to hand it to him for not letting me in on the the surprise, especially after my relentless guesses and sneaky attempts to pry for information. Not knowing where we were heading or what we'd be doing all weekend definitely lead to a lot of surprises... and even a few happy tears. (I blame the beer... and the altitude...)
As we approached the airport I expected him to hand me my boarding pass and reveal the destination, but he didn't. Walking blind through airport security, we strolled in the direction of our gate. I frantically began checking the terminals as we passed by... Salt Lake City... Portland... Denver... and then we stopped. Denver it was!
I think I'll keep him :)
When we touched down in Denver we didn't waste any time. Starting at 16th Street Mall, we soaked in the crisp mountain air, bright fall leaves and the colorful side streets that make up downtown Denver. For lunch we camped out at Viewhouse, a roof top bar near Coor's Field, where we sampled local Colorado brews and channeled our inner competitiveness in a game of bags before heading to Red Rocks Park & Amphitheatre.
When we arrived at the famous amphitheatre we got a glimpse of how amazing it would be to see a concert at this venue thanks to a man strumming his guitar from the stage. The sound carried up through the rocks, filling the stadium with clear acoustics - pretty incredible for a natural structure. After listening to strangers test the powers of the theatre, we headed toward the park to take the path less traveled by busy tourists. We found a trail just outside the park and went for a run through the mountainside, marveling in the colorful fields and abundance of wildlife. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves - Colorado is truly picturesque!
We ended the night at an amazing restaurant in a neighborhood just outside of the city called Roots Down. If you ever find yourself in Denver - I highly recommend checking it out. It has a cool, eclectic ambiance with no two fixtures being the same, amazing views of downtown Denver, and a superb waitstaff. We shared the Sweet Corn Pesto Risotto, Roasted Kashmiri Chicken, and finished it off with the Banana Crème Brûlée Pie - serious drool.
Good morning, Denver! As a giant Bronco's fan, there is nothing better than waking up in the city on game-day and looking out your window to see every person decked in orange at 9AM. It's like your high-school homecoming on bright orange steroids - heaven! As we jogged to breakfast we chatted about how awesome it would be to go to the game and potentially see Manning break the record for touchdown passes, officially making him the greatest QB, ever. With every Denver fan we passed, I got a little more jealous, crossing my fingers we could stumble upon tickets.
When we arrived at Syrup, arguably the best breakfast in Denver, we set our game plan for the day: throw on our jerseys, head to a bar downtown to watch the early games, head to Brooklyn's by the stadium to catch the first quarter of the Bronco's game, and then scope out for scalpers with left over tickets. And so we did.
About an hour before kickoff we made our way to Brooklyn's, grabbed a beer and secured a table for the game. As we finished our first round, he asked for some gum, so I reached into my clutch and threw him a piece, silently judging him for chewing gum while drinking an IPA... who does that?? About thirty seconds later he asked if I had any paper in my purse so he could spit it out. Instead of going back to my bag I threw him a sugar packet to discard his hardly chewed gum. I could tell something was up, but was I really that oblivious? "Will you just look in your damn bag!" he said with a smile on his face. Sure enough, I unzipped my bag and he had slid two tickets in when I ran to the bathroom! Hello waterworks! We're going to the game!!!
With just enough time to make kickoff, we ran toward the stadium and let the excitement take over. It all happened so fast I couldn't contain myself, yelling for Manning as we scored our first touchdown. We knew he could potentially break the record tonight, but in the first quarter?? Sure enough, another passing touchdown... followed by another. The stadium erupted and in that moment a new Bronco's fan was born. Yes, he now bleeds Orange! I couldn't imagine a better weekend if I tried, he's knows me too well. Happy one year, big guy!
...my idea of happy ever after
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Happy date night! :)
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