Wow...

That's seriously the ONLY way to explain Saturday. Most of you guys who will read this already have an idea of what happened from my tweets on Twitter, but here's the whole story...straight from the horses mouth.

Since the story is a bit long, I'm going to break it up into parts...Day & Night. Enjoy the Day!

Saturday started out like any other Saturday. I had a fast paced day at work, that ended with me getting NO ONE signed up for an appointment. That was the very first day I rolled a donut here. Now Thursday evening, Angie invited us to come with her while she visited her uncle that lives 30 minutes away in Boulder. He happens to manage a FABULOUS fitness center so we could have a chance to workout and relax. Immediately I was down when she told me they had a masseuse there. The boys on the other hand, they weren't feeling it.

Angie is the only one who has the authority to drive the rental car because it's in her name. She won't let ANYONE drive it other than her, and frankly, I don't blame her. Keith is the oldest here, and this trip is actually supposed to be led by him, but he didn't have enough ball to put the car in his name. He actually came here a day later than all of us...I'm not going to even get into that shit right now. Jon is 41 and the fucker doesn't have a credit card, so he's automatically out. I'm only 22 and I'd be damned if they charge me $14 a day for the underage fee, so the task of taxi driver immediately fell upon Angie.

Anyway, the boys decided that they didn't want to go and told Angie that she should let them drop us off in Boulder and pick us up later. Of course you know she said no. They began to act like bitches and saying, "It's not fair you're taking the car. You didn't pay for it, it's just in your name". Angie got pissed, "Look, if you wanna go next door and put the car in your name, we can do that, but until then you're NOT going to drive the car". When she mentioned putting the car in their name, they shut the fuck up then. Jon, after all the bitching, decided that he wanted to come along in the end...I should have known it was too easy.

After work, we drop Keith off at the hotel and we get to the fitness club; it was absolutely beautiful. Angie and I got changed, put our shit in the lockers, and Jon sent someone in to ask us where his shirts were. We had no fucking idea where the shit was, but we weren't surprised, it's ALWAYS something with Jon. We leave the locker room and he's saying, "I was ready to work out but I can't find a shirt so now you guys are on a time limit because I don't want to wait too long". Thankfully Angie's Uncle was able to find a t-shirt and the potential disaster was adverted.

I love to run, but I hate to do that shit on a treadmill so I decided to get on the bikes. I did 5 miles in 25 min; I was SO proud of myself lol. After the bike ride, Angie wanted to go into the steam room. Talk about relaxing! I grabbed a towel, put it under my head, and laid my stressed and tired body against the hot, wet tiles and just slipped away. Those were the BEST 20 minutes I had ever had in my life. Then and there I decided that whenever I get my home, not only am I going to design it with shit from The Pottery Barn, I'm making sure that shit has a steam room.

Afterward we took a shower and went back to the hotel. As I told you guys before, there's another group here from Atlanta and their flight left Sunday. We decided that for their last day here, we wanted to go out for a night on the town and get shit-faced. Keith decided that he didn't want to go out with us at all so we left him alone. Angie, Jon and I broke in Louie with grape flavored shiska, and let me say...the shit was fabulous. The only thing that was missing was a drink in my left hand and a penis in my bed. I was SO relaxed and ready for a good night...I should have known that it was too good to be true.