Comedy of errors

Well. We're all moved into our house, and that's the most important thing, right? So it doesn't matter that on the weekend that we were moving, and my best friend was visiting, we got a foot of snow? Right?

Here's how it went. My bff arrived late on Thursday night, and on Friday we went out for lunch and shopping. It was raining, and while we were out it started snowing, so then we had a rather harrowing drive home, after which we decided not to go out again.

So, what did she see of Denver on Friday? The inside of the shopping mall and the inside of our apartment. And the charming Chinese food delivery guy, who braved the snow to bring us our dinner. She didn't even get a mountain view, because the clouds were blocking it.

On Saturday we woke up and there was bright light streaming through the blinds. Sun! I thought, and yanked open the blinds--to see that the light was just daylight reflecting off the snow, and that big flakes were still coming down. So, we waited out the morning and finally the snow changed to rain and we trekked through the mostly plowed streets to the house to wait for the Comcast guy to come set up our internet so we could work starting today. And we moved boxes. And we ran errands. 

Oh, but did I mention that the driveway and several feet of the street were covered with a foot of snow? And there were about five inches of icy water creating a moat around the house? So basically, Torsten and I are still both recovering from hypothermia in our toes, and our shoes may never be the same.

All while my bff hung out with another friend of hers for four hours. Did I mention that she didn't even get lunch until 3 p.m.? Or that that was especially ironic given that she had JUST the previous day told me this story of how she almost fainted on her birthday because she was with her mother, who didn't think of having lunch until 3 p.m.?

So yeah, the two hours of errands we planned took more like five, altogether, which was, you know, awesome. Then we went for sushi, which was delicious, but when we went for our planned bowling excursion, there was a long wait. So we got ice cream, went home, and decided to play a board game. Except they were all packed, and despite opening all the boxes, we couldn't find them. So, we went to bed. We are SUCH party animals.

Oh, and also? The movers called and said they wanted to come at 9 a.m. instead of 3 p.m. on Sunday. I said no, and we compromised on noon. So then my bff thought OK, maybe it would make more sense to take an earlier flight home, so we drove half an hour to the airport, only to find out that Frontier doesn't do standby and the earlier flight was full, despite what it was showing on the website. 

So, we drove half an hour back to the apartment and walked the dog for an hour while the movers put everything in the truck. Then we went with them to the house, where Torsten supervised while my bff and I went out to lunch. It was this highly recommended breakfast-y place, and while it was good, it was this crappy looking diner in the middle of nowhere. When we got there (AGAIN at 3 o'clock), it looked so dismal that we had to laugh. Because otherwise we would have cried.

So, yeah. Not exactly the fun weekend we had planned, and I felt terrible about it. But we did get to spend time together, which was great, and we did get moved into our house, which is AWESOME. I'm still not quite in the mood to look back and laugh about what a disaster it all was. I think I need a few more months before I have that type of perspective. 

But hey, here we are in our house. And we're hoping to visit my bff in San Francisco in a few months. And we're looking into renting a cabin in the mountains with her and her boyfriend--kind of a weekend double date. Which will be awesome. Because nobody will be moving. And if it snows, that will kind of be the POINT.