I somehow managed to make it all the way through college (including these couple of years post college) without tailgating and attending the Rocky Mountain Showdown. However, I still did not make it to the unbelievable shut-out of a game (GO RAMMIES), I did manage to make it to the tailgating area. Although it was not without difficulty. Turns out about a million other people also like tailgating and celebrating college football. Sports Authority field is not an easy place to get to on its own. Not to mention, it is off of Federal. Which would explain the extra SWAT teams surrounding each tailgate lot. When you want to find one person decked out in green and gold in a very large sea of drunk college students also wearing green and gold... well I have nothing else to say except good luck. According to about seven wasted fratties, I am "adorable" when I am lost. So at least that is comforting?
I also manged to conquer yet another first attempt in my life at the tailgate festivities. I have to warn you, it was not pretty. This is something that I somehow completely missed out on in my college days. I shotgunned my first beer. I spent my college days with about a dozen agricultural men who LOVE beer. How I manged to slip by all of them without performing such an act as this should probably also be recognized as an accomplishment. Regardless, it happened. Finally. I was not missing out on much. And it may have been a failed attempt considering I did not know you have to pop the top in order to "shotgun" the beer. I was uneducated, clearly, but from now on I will remain a spectator to any act that includes chugging alcohol. I tried. Which is more than I ever anticipated for myself.
I am on a role here. I also participated in my very first Tour De Fat this morning. I bought a bike a few weeks ago and fell in love. So why not put it in my trunk and head north for some debauchery. And that it was. Bikers are a little scary to begin with. Then add the state's finest beer and some very creative costumes and you have one of the craziest things I have yet to see. By no means will I become one of those people who look forward to Tour De Fat every year, but I participated and now I can go back to enjoying my evening bike rides to happy hour.
And it is not over. Tomorrow I head out with my (some like to call her crazy) best friend on one of her adventures. A long hike somewhere in the middle of nowhere Colorado. If I do not come back I will be somewhere between here and Steamboat. Hiking is fun about twice a year. So here goes one of those fun hikes. Did I mention we will also be making our way to Steamboat to camp. Yes, I said camp. With sleeping bags. It is going to be...something. I am not quite sure I can fill in the word yet. But I will be honest and say I am actually very excited.
This is exactly what I need. Activities that I do not usually enjoy partaking in. Because maybe some magic fairy dust was sprinkled on me somewhere and I will mysteriously enjoy the outdoors. I have been completely stuck, anti-social, a little unhappy and sort of a b*tch (sorry). Actually I have been the exact person I never, ever wanted to be. And I did not have one ounce of an idea as to what would allow me to get un-stuck, back to the nose-scratching, awkward, happy, upbeat Kelsey that I truly am. So I am giving some new things a try because clearly whatever I am currently doing (or not doing) is not getting me anywhere. And maybe cutting loose, wearing tutus, popping tops, attempting back bends on the top of mountains, and getting eaten alive by blood sucking insects is exactly the adventure I have been waiting for. My tracks have sort of derailed this last month and I am finally ready to point the smoke in a better direction. Delightedly, at lease these last few days, I can admit I feel almost normal again. Which, many of you know, is not very normal at all.
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Until next time,
xx
-K
