When my husband and I were asked to go on vacation to Colorado as a guest of our good friends the Swillers, how could we say no?
Last week was filled with good memories and a lot of REALITY. After landing in Denver with the guys, we still had a three hour drive
to Aspen ahead of us. Swiller was the designated driver
of the upgraded rental car, an Escalade. I guess Swilly figured that,
since I (the JAPrincess of the bunch) was on board, it would be important to have
a vehicle that gave me and the guys some room.
We all were getting along great until Cleveland Mike said, "Hey, there’s an outlet store
Big mistake, Mike, to tell the one chick on board that there was a shopping mall calling
her name — especially when the clothes she was wearing were binding and uncomfortable. "I promise you guys that I only need five minutes at the Polo Outlet Store."
Forty-two minutes later I was running around some random downtown area in Colorado
looking for the Escalade with my JAPrinces.
When I finally found them, I got "the look" of complete disgust.
"What the hell happened to the five minutes? And your cell phone keeps
"Sorry, guys, but the customer service (men and woman) were a little bit
confused by my presence and rotating wardrobe."
Back in the car, I in my newly purchased Car Clothes, we resumed our journey to Aspen, Colorado.
Bobby Swiller, who I have known since I was a very little Melly, was the perfect
driver and information guy.
Everything I needed to know about Colorado, from the minute we landed in Denver until the time we pulled up to Aspen, Bobby knew.
It was the perfect long drive, except for the two-and-a-half mile Eisenhower tunnel, where
I tried to hold my breath and make wishes without passing out. FYI: two of the three wishes
came through on my trip. The family is happy and healthy. (Yea, yea… don’t share your
wishes. But at this point, too late.)
We arrived at our home away from home, the Grand Hyatt in downtown Aspen (guests of Bobby and Missy Swiller). The accommodations were perfect. Howard and I had our
own room with two queen sized beds (you do the math on that deal) and a bathroom with
products by Portico Spa. The first thing I did was jump into a bath filled with Eucalyptus
essential oils and drown out the smell of Cleveland Mike, Swilly Willy, and Howie Hankie.
I felt like such a guy that it felt good to see the girls after my bath.
We were all together with our significant others and on our way to a fun-filled five days
of Aspen, Colorado.
Part two comes tomorrow.