DENVER IS MY NEW BOYFRIEND

OH Denver. I love you. I hate you. I need you. I need to be away from you. I want to snuggle with you when it's snowing, and I want to push you away when you snore. JUST LIKE A BOYFRIEND. A boyfriend who hits you, but then asks if you've been losing weight, because you flew back a lot farther than normal. "Oh come on sweetheart, it's a compliment!"

Denver is awesome. Don't let the Real World fool you, there are more than three bars (and no one has a ski lift or a stuffed ELK chilling in their loft apartment). I have lived there all my life, and I just discovered 2 new bars and 2 cool neighborhoods that I had never heard of.

But Denver in a BLIZZARD makes you do crazy things. I had fun visiting- too much fun really. I saw a lot of people I wanted to see...and *almost* got out of town without falling into the "BLIZZARD VORTEX." I don't have any regrets....just a few moments that make me laugh, vomit, blush, or all three at the same time.

It was Christmas time. There was comedy. And drunk girls yelling rude things. I don't back down from confrontation. I take it head on....with a microphone in my hand. OOPS! You're right, if we met under different circumstances, we probably would be friends. We could have formed a "rude mean lady gang" that goes around town talking on cell phones and complaining when "the show is SO effing stupid." I think we should have purple jackets and big hair.

It was Tuesday. There was laughing, and then crying. And walking in the snow for some "eggs." I didn't know the store was so close to where I was staying...OOPS! BLIZZARD VORTEX.

It was the 11th hour. There was panic, a cell phone, and WAY TOO MUCH vulnerability. OO.OOO. OOOOOOPS! BLIZZARD VORTEX.

Mile High snow messes with your mind. And Mile High snowy mind messes with your strength. I have one foot in Denver and one foot here. And I hate my feet so much that I lock the door when I shower. If someone is going to break in with the intent to kill me while I shampoo.....he is gonna have to wait till I put my slippers on.

Regrets? Mistakes? No. I just call it life....with socks on.