V-Love’s Lonely Planet

I have fortunately been graced with the presence of a wonderful friend from home, Lance.  He flew in Friday and is staying for 11 days!  That is a long time to have a roommate when I am used to being alone.  But so far, I love having a friend at home with me for that long.  Let’s get one thing straight, Lance and I have never dated nor will we ever date.  We are nothing but extremely close friends who share a great bond and have a blast together.  It seems when I hang out with a guy here in Fort Collins everyone automatically assumes we are dating.  We are NOT dating.  Lance is a riot who always cracks me up and teaches me new terms; terms I don’t care to share because they are dirty.  Come to find out, mostly only guys use these terms.  Girls are straight up and say I’ve got to “crap” instead of the dirty guy lingo “turtlehead.” Lovely, right?

I am inpatient when it comes to waiting for people at the airport.  I always leave to early thinking that their flight may actually arrive early (or on time), they will jet off the plane, bypass all the people, hop on the shuttle, and their bag will be waiting for them when they arrive at baggage claim.    So I left to early Friday night as I was so anxious to see Lance.  I waited at the wait station at the airport, waited some more, called his phone roughly 6 times.  Anyway, he arrived…on-time, only I was there early so it felt late.  We jetted back to Fort Collins to hit up the famous Rio for their classic ever-clear margaritas (the places closes around 11).  Lance got to meet some of my new friends; all very nice and respectful people.   Saturday was our big annual Fort Collins Brew Festival.  We were able to taste local beers as well as beers from all over Colorado.  I even ate a corn-dog that was delicious I still think about it.  The event ended at 6pm so we went from bar to bar in Old Town-mostly to people watch.  As we sat outside of Zydecos, a huge fight broke out.  Of course I freaked and screamed and yelled thinking that if they heard my loud voice they would stop.  They did not stop.  I saw blood and shirts rip and flip flops fly and boy did I hate the feeling.  My blood boils when I see that stuff (which is not often as I have always been a bit naïve).  And could you believe there was not a cop in sight?  Only a few bouncers to attempt to break up the massive fight.  When the cops eventually did show up I had to be held back before I told them they are poor at their jobs.  All in all, fun event and I will be sure to attend next year. 

Sunday was our big full day rafting trip on the Poudre.  Let me just say, I have rafted down the Colorado River into the Grand Canyon TWICE.  Each trip lasting more than a week.  And I never ever had to wear a wet-suit or a helmet.  The Poudre rafting companies make you wear those humiliating wet-suits, a life jacket, and a helmet!  I was lucky I could move my arms to row.  But as soon as that first big wave hit us, I was glad for the wet-suit as that water was frigid cold.  My feet went numb at some point.  The trip was a blast, the weather was great, and the guides rocked.  And talk about action, class IV rapids and we even had someone fall out of our boat right in the middle of one of those giant rapids.  We all watched in horror as she went under.  Fortunately, she was able to catch on-to the rope one of the guides had on the side and was rescued to shore.  So glad it was not me.   To keep from humiliating myself, I did not let Lance take any photos of me in the wet-suit and helmet (maybe one)…but I sure did get plenty of him!  Photos for your viewing pleasure. 

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