Maybe it’s the nostalgia I feel for Gainesville. The college town, hipster scene and plethora of farm-to-table, local restaurants is something I miss fiercely almost every day.
I love me some Indian food, but there are only a certain number of times a month I can go to the same restaurant just to taste something, anything, in my food.
Last month I went to Denver for a health journalism conference. J tagged along because his unit had block leave, but he spent most of the trip in a hotel room.
When we landed Wednesday, the first thing I wanted to do was go back to Snooze. I’d been there in the fall for Fit Social and craved some apple cinnamon pancake deliciousness. So we went there and explored Pearl Street a little before heading back to Denver to check in at the host hotel.
The conference was great. Full of ideas for future stories, great networking and best of all it was free. I received a fellowship that covered registration, travel and lodging. I wouldn’t have been there without it.
J slept in so I went exploring with other journalists. I didn’t get much sleep, drank a lot of Starbucks (shocker) but it was worth it to spend my mornings here: I also fit in CrossFit at LoDo, a local box and a run at the rooftop gym. Plus Rocky Mountain oysters (hint they’re not oysters), Voodoo Donuts and a visit to Denver’s first brewery.Boulder was beautiful and I could definitely see living there in the post-Army future. I know it’s only been a year, but it seems like that future is forever away. I’m a planner and that part has been rough. What to plan when plans keep changing?
Do you have plans for a post-military future? Where do you see yourself living in 4, 8 or 12 years?
J and I went to our first military ball a few weeks ago and it was wonderful. I wish J would smile in pictures.
The night was short but well planned. Food was fantastic and the drinks were even better. I used Rent the Runway for the first time and it went well. Got a $2,000 dress I didn’t actually have to pay retail for. Always a good thing. You don’t get to keep the dress but how likely would I be to wear a ballgown again in the first place?
My concerns about what I was wearing went away after the first couple of compliments. Apparently I did good. I was worried that I’d be overdressed after hearing some people mention short, cocktail dresses. Negative. Lots of ball gowns, although some chose not to leave enough to the imagination. To each their own.
Our only bad experience was checking in to the hotel for the night. I work full-time and didn’t have hours and hours to get ready, so we rushed over after I got off from work and got dressed in the car. My hair probably explains that one pretty well. We went to the reception before checking in and went to the front desk after dinner.
Even though I booked the room months in advance.
Even though I called to confirm we’d have an atrium view king (which I would have gladly paid more for instead of using the block rate).
Even though they took my reservation.
Apparently they didn’t know how to keep it. Neither the king or the atrium room we booked was available so instead of viewing this from our reserved balcony:Source: Gaylord Opryland Resort
We had a window to nowhere. Literally. There was a window and six inches away from that there was a beige wall. I really wanted to like this hotel despite all of the bad reviews because the resort itself is lovely, but if it wasn’t one thing it was another. Just another thing to add to the list of reasons why I love Hyatt and dislike Marriott properties but lesson relearned, I guess.
Have you ever been to a military ball? What’d you wear?
I’ve been putting off writing this recap because hitting publish means my short vacation home is officially over.
I flew to Orlando with my friend, C, to run the Best Damn Race Orlando 10K March 1, and it was one of the most organized races I’ve ever run. Although it wasn’t as big as ING Miami or a Disney race, it had a pretty decent sized expo, great finisher’s party and free massages, beer, photos and tech tees. All wonderful things in my book.
Their tiered entry fees also meant that signing up early got us in for $20 or $25. Can’t beat that.
Like the Love Your Heart 10K the week before this wasn’t a PR for me. I paced C through her second 10K ever. She ran six miles nonstop. I love that running let’s you track that progress, and that putting in the work easily shows results. The rest of the weekend was filled with lots of this: And this.And then we came home to Winter Storm Titan.
Yep. This Florida girl is definitely over seasons. Hurry up, spring.