One cold, rainy Colorado day.
Two years of wedded bliss celebrated.
Three types of tequila.
Four types of beer.
Five types of tea.
Six seconds of perseverence in The Mint Room.
Seven minutes to succumb to sleep.
Eight hours of uninterrupted slumber.
Yep, that pretty much sums up the anniversary weekend in Boulder, Colorado. Although a good time was had, it did not quite go as anticipated. Our plans for hiking, wandering Pearl Street, and taking in the views of the Flatirons were defeated. Mother Nature had her own plans; plans that were not amenable to my overnight bag of shorts, t-shirts, and sandals. The cloud cover obscured the views, the rain fell relentlessly, and the cold seeped through my thin layers. Woefully under-dressed and unprepared for the persistent precipitation, I kicked myself for my lack of forethought, and then made a change of plans.
Instead of an outdoorsy day of sun and scenery, we submitted to an indoorsy day of gluttony and overindulgence. We started out the day with a tour of the Celestial Seasonings factory. Although neither of us are big tea drinkers, the tour was interesting, free, and inside a warm building. I observed that most of the tour participants were elderly, with the exception of a few young couples and a handful of children who kept us entertained with their clever questions for the tour guide. I imagine every tour to make its way through the factory must contain at least one connoisseur. The tour guides must be well trained on how to deal with the know-it-all tea snobs who seem to believe it is their role to educate the crowd on proper brew times, ideal storage of tea leaves, and tea party etiquette.
The most unforgettable, and uncomfortable, part of the tour was The Mint Room, stocked floor to ceiling with packages of imported peppermint and spearmint. Prior to opening the massive steel door and permitting us to enter the noxious chamber, we were warned of the physical sensations we might experience upon entering an enclosed space permeated with menthol oil. The term “Poppycock!” crossed my mind. But sure enough, upon first setting foot in The Mint Room, my body felt chilled, a horribly uncomfortable pain seeped into my head through my eye sockets, and my eyes began to water profusely. A few of the children began to cry. Most of the tour group left the room immediately. One of the children asked a fabulously intelligent question regarding the safety of The Mint Room for pregnant women.
The tea tour was just the start of a day of epicurean delights. After lunch, we continued on to Avery Brewing Company to sample a few of the local brews. The brewery was crowded with college students and other Boulderites eager to escape the dreary weather. Later, we continued our taste-a-palooza at Zolo, a local southwestern grill featuring over 150 varieties of tequila. Alas, we only made it through 3 of them! This was definitely the highlight of the day. Our first impression of the dinner menu was that it was too hoity-toity and pretentious for us, but we were quickly won over by the sheer deliciousness of everything! The best part about Zolo? Even in the rain, it was an easy walk to our hotel, a necessity after our flight of tequila.
Indulgent weekend? Yes. But it was also an educational weekend.
What did I learn? The simple and obvious truth that one should not indulge too much if one is out of practice with such indulgence. After 9 months of pregnancy and another 9 months of breastfeeding, it’s safe to say that I am not much of a drinker. I would do well to remember that next time.
Despite the weather and the excess, I would categorize the weekend as a success. How could it not be? Twenty-four hours away from home, a night in a nice hotel, good food and drinks, and most importantly, my wonderful husband.
Extra-special thanks to Nana for babysitting!