Blindfold Craziness!

One more week till I move to Casper, and I haven’t even attempted to pack ☺ It all will work out this week, it’s not like I have nothing else to do (besides study).
Anyway more pressing matters is from Saturday night when I entered a hostage situation. My really great girl friends, Kristin, Lisa and Laura told me to be ready at 6pm and they had a whole night planned that I had no idea about. When I got in the car, the first thing they made me do was put a blindfold on, and told me I would be blindfolded throughout the evening. After a few twist and turns so I couldn’t figure out where we were going. As well as, comments of extra pairs of clothes, removal or shoes and a streaking man. I ended up at Casa Bonita. Of course, I have to go there before I move to Wyoming, it’s a Colorado landmark and most be visited. The place hasn’t changed (granted I was there last in November) but even then just like I remembered when I was a child.
After dinner, I was blindfolded again and was taken somewhere else. After driving around for what seemed like an hour I ended up in a parking garage and still blind folded lead by arm to our next destination. First of all, it is really hard to walk and trust someone to lead you and make sure that I didn’t run into anything. I have a hard time walking straight with my eyes open so double hard with my eyes closed.
We got on a bus that sounded very much like the 16th street mall bus so at least I kinda knew where I was. Then they took me in to a place that smelled like Walgreens and guess what it was! I can’t believe I can determine where I was because of the smell of a store. They ended up buying me something, which after asking random guys of the street that said, “they would make me really happy, and find myself a big black guy.” It was a package of condoms. Off to destination #3 the Captions Room in the Oxford Hotel when we got out if the soaking rain and sat down and enjoyed Stella’s and Lisa O Martinis. I always think of Wyoming as a domestic beer-drinking place so a Stella and martini is fitting.
After drying off a little, we went again, blindfolded, to an area that sounded familiar. I ended up at the Tavern downtown, which has been a part of my life the last 4 years I have lived in Denver. Always a good place to go! They just remodeled the upstairs patio and it was really nice. Nothing like I’ll experience in Casper.
Destination #5 was the Tabor center to ride the escalators, a favorite past time before we were 21. After the brief stop off I went to another unknown destination that just so happen to be a strip club. Yep! I have never been to one of those! You would think that 4 girls would go see the chip-and-dales but no these were female strippers. I was a little embarrassed at first but then after a shot and a drink I started to loosen up and found it all pretty entertaining. There were many guys there that would come put $1 in front of us and watch us with the dancers. Most the guys were “not bad” but there were guys that you can tell were regulars and that was the most action they usually got. I was impressed with the girls and how they moved, stripping/pole dancing is a talent that I will probably never achieve.
My last destination was the Denver Diner, and of course we had to go there! Always a good ending to a fun and eventful night. Eggs and hash browns at 2 am is always a nice way to sober up.
I have to thank my great friends for planning such a fantastic and fun evening. I’m sad that I’m moving away but I know no matter when I move or live I will always have such great friends that would do anything for me. And whenever we hang out no matter where we go, there will always be a good time!