Extended Stay America - Denver - Aurora South
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... is a professor at the university and teaches about marine, we fed some catfish some worms and saw some horses, sheep and buffaloes. We came back and had some lunch and a babysitter came to watch us while Mum, Dad, Chris and Gail went on a Brewery tour. We just hung out for a while until all the parents came back. Then we went to a christmas eve church service, there wasn't enough room in the main church so we went in a room underneath the ...
... Peggy and said goodbye to all of the kids. They seemed more focused on their nightly cookie and sleep haha.
I thought I could use a change in my alarm, which resulted in 6am confusion and delirium. If you have been waking up to Twist & Shout by the Beatles for a month and you switch to some Nirvana, it just isn't the same. I got back on track with a fine cup of coffee and a bowl of almonds, flax & oatmeal and raced the sun towards Vail. It feels like winter. ...
... in her hair! I immediately called Ed at home and asked him to Google just how these things are passed to others. He told me that if eggs (no lice) are found, then only head-to-head contact is a risk. I was able to get my manicure, but per local health rules, DeeDee had to shut the salon down for disinfection after I left. I am glad my appointment was early in the morning, because otherwise this would have caused a delay in leaving for Denver.
... in. We were at the desk for at least 45 minutes. The Delta employee was nice enough to assist us in getting through security quickly and we got to the gate with seconds to spare before they closed the door. The experience really got the addreneline going for the day. We were half way to Atlanta before I settled down.
Our layover in Atlanta was about 4 hours. It worked out alright, because our gate was at the end of the concourse and the kids ...
... in me standing in the middle of the dance floor, swaying awkwardly and twiddling my fingers around wishing that we could leave. I remember being so angry with myself. Was this a sign that I would never really make the transition to social butterfly? Was this telling me I would always be the awkward kid in the middle of the dance floor, dressed with confidence but wreaking of insecurity? As we left the club that night, I felt foolish for ever thinking my birthday would turn out ...