Springtime in Denver

I've been traveling a lot these last few weeks, and it's certainly easy to feel burnt out and just plain tired.  However, it's in those moments that I remind myself -- you can always catch up on sleep... But you can't catch up on moments. So, carry on I will.

The last weekend in March we headed up to Denver for a quick visit with Evan's family.  As proud a Texan as I am... Colorado is a serious contender for 2nd place.  I took the below photo from behind the driver's seat leaving Evan's neighborhood. Not the ideal photo op, but I can't get over the fact that you're driving around in suburbia -- and this is the view.  #notinkansasDallasanymore

Hi Christy and Colin.

After a walk through Wash Park, we stopped to have ice cream for lunch... again, idyllic.

The trip was pretty low-key, and honestly -- we wouldn't have it any other way. We got to catch up with some of Evan's friends from high school, the in-laws, and even golf found it's way in for a few hours.  Good people, good times.

Gordon and his kiddos. (And grand-kiddo.)

At the airport on our way back to Lubbock, Evan pointed out a key player in one of my guiltiest pleasure TV shows... Chris Franjola! From Chelsea Lately!  I hate to admit I geeked out, even awkwardly asking him to shake his hand. (?????) But he humored me enough to take a pic and my day was made. Yessss.

Basically, we're BFF now.

Still high on my run-in with a favorite comedian, we were headed back to Lubbock.  As much as I adore Colorado, I can't deny the happy feeling I always get touching back down on Texas soil.  And finishing the weekend like this: patio, tacos, and Lone Star beer.

Cheers, Texas.

Right now I'm feeling really grateful for this busy travel season -- for the fact that we're able to do so,  for the people we're able to see, and for the memories we're making.  I'll sleep when I'm dead... although, I'm still not above a good nap now and then. :)

NOLA Shenanigans

After a crazy year of weddings in 2013, it's kind of nice to have only one so far in 2014.  That wedding, being for our dear friends Cody and Melissa Failinger-to-be! I met Melissa back in 4th grade in REACH.  That's right, fellow RISD-ers... we were smart little cookies.  (I wonder what went wrong?!) (Kidding.)

Anyway, we celebrated our bride in March with a weekend getaway to trouble New Orleans. It was such a whirlwind weekend -- my flight left Lubbock at 6:45am Friday and returned at 6:45am Sunday morning -- but it was totally worth the lack of sleep.   I know the rule is what happens at the Bachelorette party, stays at the Bachelorette party... which is why I will simply skim this weekend. There was just too much fun had not to share SOME pictures of what we got ourselves into.  Here's a snapshot of an amazing few days with a few of my favorite girls!

Adorable cups that made sure everyone knew what we were doing. (As if we needed cups for that. ha!)

Signature girl pic in the elevator.

Ready for our first night out!

First stop, hurricanes at Pat O's. 

Tri Delt's reunited... you just kinda have to. Don't judge us. 

For the record, that white cup is water.

Saturday's early view from the the hotel. Good morning, NOLA! 

Some Berkner Rams posing in front of the steamboat cruise. (Which was so much fun, btw.)

Saturday night with the girls... and LA Hard Bodies. 

Like I said, this post is slim for obvious reasons... some bachelorette stories are best left untold. Ha! However, I will always think of this weekend when I hear "Happy" "Let It Go" or even "We can't stop." Also, I'll never look at a "Hurricane" the same way again. Can't wait to party again in June! (Just maybe, on a little lesser scale. I can't hang like I used to!)

Love you, Mel!