Ladies Night
Monday, February 23, 2009

In 1995, I moved to Colorado without a job. Oh to be young and carefree again, when all of my earthly possessions could fit in the back of my Grand Am. For seven months I worked part-time at night in an art gallery while during the day I temped hoping to find my dream job. Finally in April of 1996, after answering phones for a week with the National Network of Estate Planning Attorneys, I was offered full-time work as an admin assistant with a real salary. This is the best possible thing that could ever have happened to me because 1) I could pay rent and buy drinks every week-end while perusing locals looking for marriage material; 2) Stability made me sane; and 3) I met the best friends that a girl could hope for. Years later, the company was bought out and moved to Nebraska and we all went our separate ways, but these ladies that I met are still some of my best friends.

Friday night, we all headed out for ladies night. And oh what a night it was. In our excitement to see eachother, we started partying like it we were in our 20's. We started off mixing up cocktails in our room at The Curtis Hotel. You know you are in for a good night when there is a pre-party to the real party.
The Curtis is a fun and lively Boutique Hotel with funky pop-culture themed floors. It is in the perfect location next to the Denver Center for Performing Arts which was our destination that evening. After drinks, we went out for food before heading to our show.

If you live in Colorado, you must go see Girls Only. It is an amazingly clever and witty two-woman show for all ages. We were in stitches the entire time and my smile muscles still hurt.

It was so good to see the ladies, but time felt so short. I used to spend entire working days with these women, and then go out with them at night, and then hang out with them all week-end, and then on Sunday be sad to say good-bye, even though we would see eachother the next day! They are the type of friends that you never get enough of. Miss you ladies! Though as Connie said, next time we need a coffee date because it took us two days to recover.



