Recently Southwest posted flights to Denver for $79 each way. And in this economy, clearly the best option is to purchase said tickets for a girls' trip away. So my friends Renee and Sarah and I headed West for some fresh air-leaving responsibility in Nashville to be recovered at another time.
When we landed, we rented a car and the car rental representative, Will, showed us around the car. Aside from the "janky" license plate, it looked to be in good condition. While we were inspecting the vehicle, I asked Will if he was looking too or if we were the only ones. Will slyly looked at me before saying, "are you suggesting my eyes are wandering?" Classy. Before we left, Will suggested a good place for us to eat close to there. Clearly Will had eaten there recently since the evidence of his meal was all over his face in the form of crusted spaghetti sauce. As we parted ways, he made sure that we had multiple ways to get in touch with him: mobile number, email, business line, etc. Some how we lost all of those contact options before we even left the parking lot...
From the airport, we headed to Ft. Collins to go to the New Belgium Brewery. As we were attempting to parallel park, another car took our place. This driver was not as versed in the ways of parallel parking as our captain Sarah was-we felt it was necessary to show him her skills by parking as close as physically possible to his front bumper. We also felt that he left an offensive amount of space between his car and the one behind him. This is clearly measured by Sarah and Renee lying behind his car.
The New Belgium Brewery was the closest equivalent to Willy Wonka's chocolate factory for adults that I've ever experienced. Their motto of "follow your folly" was exhibited by slides, ping pong tables and hulla hoops. We spent a bit too much time at the brewery (mainly hulla hooping) before hitting up a playground on the way home.
11 mins & 2 sec was our record
Of note: may I advice everyone that following up a brewery tour with a merrygoround is never a good idea? All of us came dangerously close to leaving a little piece of ourselves on that playground in Fort Collins.
After coming to the conclusion that the merrygoround wasn't the ideal game of choice, our attentions were drawn to the swings where we competed in what is arguably the greatest swing jumping Ft. Collins has ever seen.
While we were there, Sarah was trying to show me how it was possible to get from Point A to Point B without using the traditional "crawling over the rock" technique. She squeezed through a hole in the rock and the picture from the back still makes me laugh. A lot.
