I think this November will go down as one of the months in which I spent less time in my own home than other people’s homes in other locales.
I spent last weekend traipsing around Denver with Sara (who recently moved there) and Amber.
We ate a lot of rich food.
We drank some really great local microbrews.
And we established once and for all who our Golden Girls twins are. Ten points if you can guess which one I am.
Needless to say, between recovering from my time in the higher altitudes and getting back into the swing of things at work, I haven’t had much free time to recap the trip.
And to add to the craziness that is this month, I’m headed here tomorrow morning:
I’m going to Puerto Vallarta for a few days to celebrate the wedding of two of my friends.
I promise to have a margarita and at least a pound of guacamole for each one of you.
Oh, and I’ll try to take some pictures. My trusty Canon point-and-shoot is starting to crap the bed and it looks like I’m going to have to retire it sooner than later, but we’ll see what it can manage for the next few days.
Oh, and then it’s Thanksgiving and I’ll probably be squatting at my parents’ house for a few days.
Someday I’ll remember what the inside of my apartment looks like.
Until then, I’ll be trying not to turn the color of a boiled lobster.