All I can say is that time is flying by. I can’t believe that August is almost over and that tomorrow would have been the one year anniversary for me and Tyson. In some ways, it’s nice knowing that life does go on and that time does eventually heal the wounds. Sure, it still hurts and lord knows that this road rash isn’t fading away as quickly as I would like it to.
I’ve had a really amazing weekend; probably my first in a really long time. It was one of those weekends where most of the events happened spontaneously and it was quite enjoyable. I will admit though, I didn’t get a lot of sleep nor did I get anything done.
Friday Erika wanted to go out with her old roommate so we went out to the Lower Highlands area. I really love that place; it’s closer than I always think and there are some fun interesting restaurants and bars. We went to her friend/roommate Jeff’s place and he lives in one of the most gorgeous apartments I have ever seen. Granted, it is poorly constructed and the materials are the cheapest end but they still charge you a ridiculous amount for rent. Anyway, his place was beautiful and we had a bottle of wine before heading out.
We met up with his roommate and just went to Lola and had some drinks and food. I don’t remember where we wandered off to but we ended up back around LoDo and Erika was drunkety drunk drunk. Somehow we got back to Jeff’s apartment and they were trying to convince her to stay the night and I was itching to get home because it was 2 in the morning by this point. Jeff’s friend who lives close to us offered to drive Erika’s car home and we ended up doing that but waiting about 20 minutes for Erika because she was puking by her car. Awkward!
Anyway, hanging out with those guys was ok I guess. I was definitely not attracted to any of them and didn’t care if I made an ass out of myself as I wasn’t even going to try to impress them. I didn’t care if they were showing interest in me and I dunno, they all look like the guys you’d be friends with and not date. Not even older brother material but you know, they are very nice guys.
Saturday I woke up at an ungodly hour considering I went to bed at almost 3. I’ve been getting sporadic texts from Corey since I blocked him from everything so I left my phone on silent. The next morning I saw that he had called me twice and texted once. In all honesty, it just pissed me off even more; it would have meant a lot more to me if he actually called when he wasn’t drunk and horny. So I ignored that and did some small errands; I had to renew my phone plan and go grocery shopping.
At this point it was getting towards 2-3 in the afternoon and I was trying to either motivate myself to clean or take a nap. I did drink a lot on Friday night so I was still feeling bloated and slightly hung over. I got a text from Fox inviting me up to Boulder for Pearce’s belated birthday bash at 7:30 so I decided to go to that. Biscuit was in town so we went to pick him up before heading to get a cake and some beer.
Boulder was nice; I haven’t been there since Tyson and I went so it was really great to go back and hang out with some people I haven’t seen in awhile. Gannon moved back to Boulder and it was good seeing him as well as Pearce. It was a pretty low key evening, but like I said, it was good seeing some of the old crew. Griz was there and he took an interest in my life and my road rash and what not so that was a little weird. We didn’t end up staying too late because we were going to stop at Warren’s birthday thing in Denver.
Kent was in town, too, and it was really good seeing him. He was in town for Warren’s birthday and I thought that was sweet. It was good catching up with him and trying to make pitiful attempts at Spanish since he lived in Costa Rica for awhile. Talked with Warren for a bit, and in typical Warren fashion he says, “Your facebook has been so depressing! Yikes! Look at that road rash! (flips my wrist over) Thank god you’re not cutting yourself!!”
I guess that was kind of weird; apparently everyone reads my facebook updates and most knew about my break up and the accident. It was kinda validating to know that they took some time out of their lives to show some interest in mine. Again, it was a late night, I didn’t get home til about 1 in the morning.
Sunday Fox and I went to church and met up with Bodie for a really long motorcycle ride. It was about 6 hours long from start to finish and we went everywhere; at times it didn’t even feel like we were in Colorado because the terrain and landscape was so different. I had a really hard time on the bike; it was my first time on one since the accident. I was ok when we made left turns but every time we turned to the right I would freak out. We went up and down some mountain passes so there were switchbacks and I was hyperventilating and wanting to get off the bike. In some ways I’m proud I did it and stuck it through but there were moments when I was fighting down screams and tears because it was really scary for me.
I was really angry towards Tyson at that point. He ruined that experience for me and yeah, I guess I could have gotten in an accident with Fox and I’d be scared of riding and stuff, but just feeling that panic attack makes me second guess if I made a right decision in riding that day. I’m glad I did it, I’m glad I faced my fears and it really helps that nothing bad happened.
I’ve had a really amazing weekend; probably my first in a really long time. It was one of those weekends where most of the events happened spontaneously and it was quite enjoyable. I will admit though, I didn’t get a lot of sleep nor did I get anything done.
Friday Erika wanted to go out with her old roommate so we went out to the Lower Highlands area. I really love that place; it’s closer than I always think and there are some fun interesting restaurants and bars. We went to her friend/roommate Jeff’s place and he lives in one of the most gorgeous apartments I have ever seen. Granted, it is poorly constructed and the materials are the cheapest end but they still charge you a ridiculous amount for rent. Anyway, his place was beautiful and we had a bottle of wine before heading out.
We met up with his roommate and just went to Lola and had some drinks and food. I don’t remember where we wandered off to but we ended up back around LoDo and Erika was drunkety drunk drunk. Somehow we got back to Jeff’s apartment and they were trying to convince her to stay the night and I was itching to get home because it was 2 in the morning by this point. Jeff’s friend who lives close to us offered to drive Erika’s car home and we ended up doing that but waiting about 20 minutes for Erika because she was puking by her car. Awkward!
Anyway, hanging out with those guys was ok I guess. I was definitely not attracted to any of them and didn’t care if I made an ass out of myself as I wasn’t even going to try to impress them. I didn’t care if they were showing interest in me and I dunno, they all look like the guys you’d be friends with and not date. Not even older brother material but you know, they are very nice guys.
Saturday I woke up at an ungodly hour considering I went to bed at almost 3. I’ve been getting sporadic texts from Corey since I blocked him from everything so I left my phone on silent. The next morning I saw that he had called me twice and texted once. In all honesty, it just pissed me off even more; it would have meant a lot more to me if he actually called when he wasn’t drunk and horny. So I ignored that and did some small errands; I had to renew my phone plan and go grocery shopping.
At this point it was getting towards 2-3 in the afternoon and I was trying to either motivate myself to clean or take a nap. I did drink a lot on Friday night so I was still feeling bloated and slightly hung over. I got a text from Fox inviting me up to Boulder for Pearce’s belated birthday bash at 7:30 so I decided to go to that. Biscuit was in town so we went to pick him up before heading to get a cake and some beer.
Boulder was nice; I haven’t been there since Tyson and I went so it was really great to go back and hang out with some people I haven’t seen in awhile. Gannon moved back to Boulder and it was good seeing him as well as Pearce. It was a pretty low key evening, but like I said, it was good seeing some of the old crew. Griz was there and he took an interest in my life and my road rash and what not so that was a little weird. We didn’t end up staying too late because we were going to stop at Warren’s birthday thing in Denver.
Kent was in town, too, and it was really good seeing him. He was in town for Warren’s birthday and I thought that was sweet. It was good catching up with him and trying to make pitiful attempts at Spanish since he lived in Costa Rica for awhile. Talked with Warren for a bit, and in typical Warren fashion he says, “Your facebook has been so depressing! Yikes! Look at that road rash! (flips my wrist over) Thank god you’re not cutting yourself!!”
I guess that was kind of weird; apparently everyone reads my facebook updates and most knew about my break up and the accident. It was kinda validating to know that they took some time out of their lives to show some interest in mine. Again, it was a late night, I didn’t get home til about 1 in the morning.
Sunday Fox and I went to church and met up with Bodie for a really long motorcycle ride. It was about 6 hours long from start to finish and we went everywhere; at times it didn’t even feel like we were in Colorado because the terrain and landscape was so different. I had a really hard time on the bike; it was my first time on one since the accident. I was ok when we made left turns but every time we turned to the right I would freak out. We went up and down some mountain passes so there were switchbacks and I was hyperventilating and wanting to get off the bike. In some ways I’m proud I did it and stuck it through but there were moments when I was fighting down screams and tears because it was really scary for me.
I was really angry towards Tyson at that point. He ruined that experience for me and yeah, I guess I could have gotten in an accident with Fox and I’d be scared of riding and stuff, but just feeling that panic attack makes me second guess if I made a right decision in riding that day. I’m glad I did it, I’m glad I faced my fears and it really helps that nothing bad happened.
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