A Statement About Another Long-Ass Day, and Arrival (finally)

It seems hard to believe that it was just yesterday that we awoke in Denver to celebrate Lady Liberty's 23rd birthday, but that's exactly what happened. We passed a perfectly pleasant morning eating brunch at a trendy restaurant called Snooze in the Ballpark neighborhood, and then wandering down to (wait for it...) The Tattered Cover book store. Try not to be shocked.

Having made the executive decision to take the "long way," we spent the early afternoon strolling through Boulder and then heading out on Route 40 through the Rockies.

I'm not sure either of us expected the route to take is directly through Rocky Mountain State Park, so the surprise was ours, but what a surprise it was. Luna behaved admirably, chugging up and up and UP, and then gliding down and down (but not "and down" again. Even settled in Park City, we're at 7,000 feet).

The drive was long and boring to be honest, with lots of straight interstate broken up only by terrifying hairpin turns. 1:00am saw us in Park City, whole and hale, and then into the hotel room of the lovely Auntie Laliberte.

I still bear the bruises of Lady Lib's merciless beating of this afternoon, when we finally came to lay claim to my apartment. To say the area is beautiful is an understatement (the Park City Golf Course is my front yard and the slopes are my back), and to say the apartment exceeds my expectations is even moreso.

Lucky Princess Brat? You bet your ass.

And so the rest of the weekend shall be spent organizing and reorganizing and spending time with the lovely "family" I suddenly have in the area.

Oh, and let's not forget, work starts on Monday.