Bringing Up Braman: "Eversing is clost"

Matt and I had THE best time two weekends ago... We're still reeling from the fun, which will be my excuse for taking so long to post about it.

Some of our dearest friends came to visit: Kaija and Jonna LeVine (the dynamic duo), Patrick (Kaija’s boyfrand), and Jordan (our friend from study abroad). Matt’s sister, Lauren, also joined in some of the festivities, so for the better part of the weekend, we were rollin’ 7 deep. Good times were had by all.

We kicked off the weekend by driving up to WinterPark, a ski resort up in them thar hills. We promptly checked into our veery affordable hotel, and quickly discovered why they were practically paying us to be there: “Thank you for coming. Eversing is clost,” the hotel clerk informed us (who didn’t quite have that accent, but we imagined she did while laughing about it all weekend). Apparently the summer activities and the summer schedule for ski resort officially opened up the next day. Oops.

“Sooo, there aren’t any restuarants or anyyyy stores that are open??” ….

“Everysing is clost.”

We almost peed our pants we were laughing so hard. We knew we were destined for a great weekend exactly then.

Even though it only took us a grand total of 5 minutes to sniff out an open restaurant/bar, it wouldn’t have mattered much at all if everything had indeed been “clost.” The company was just too spectacular.

We had a fabulous weekend filled with all sorts of fun, including, but not limited to: weird sausages (think pheasant, rattle snake, boar), hiking in the mountains, Great Divide’s 18^th Anniversary Beer Festival, impromptu dance parties in our living room (a warm up for Jonna’s dance-off in downtown Denver), the aforementioned night on the town in Denver, and much, much more.

Man, we sure are blessed with some fun and attractive people for friends. But as the guy on Reading Rainbow said, “Don’t take my word for it!”: