I was still recovering from my flu in Santa Fe when we drove up to Denver. We stopped in Pueblo, CO for lunch at Ruby Tuesday's. What a dead town... Good thing we drove up the east side, too, as there was a huge snowstorm that blew through and closed down passes on the west side. We hit Breckenridge for a day of skiing:
I am smiling here, but this was on the tail end of my flu. Combine that with smoking and an altitude of 10,000 feet. Eesh. Every 1/3 of a run I'd lean on my poles and wheeze and hack up phlegm. But it was soooo worth it. I skied the Rockies for the first time, although I can barely remember it. The village reminded me of growing up in the Adirondacks - it was very much reminiscent of Lake Placid, only very yuppiized. Although that's what I hear happened to Lake Placid, too.
So, Zoo began schooling me on pool at Tarantula's (see center of this photo). Lots of tables, sometimes lots of cute gals, though I wasn't in any condition to appreciate that :(
Denver is a great-looking city. I mean, ain't it grand to have the Rockies as your neighbor?
And we had our first encounter with Croc's. Ummmmmm, yeah. We made friends with one of the watresses and had a blast drinking with her and the other wait staff the following evening.
And after that, a jealous male friend form the wait staff almost killed hisself tearing through red lights in a drunken state because someone decided that sticking a tongue out at at him was good behavior. Score one for sobriety. Dork should have listened to us and not driven. We checked the next day and he ended up OK.
Ah, Denver. A great cooldown after 1,862 miles driven and 32 Starbucks visited