Rolling Doubles

We love board games...viva la game night, I say. Ever play one where you get a bonus turn, spin, roll, or general upgrade to winner status if you roll a double? Never do you pay so much attention to little dots on plastic cubes than when you need a good pair of snake eyes or stick men or high fives because you know it means a pure, unadulterated jackpot awaits you...and you didn't have to do a thing to earn it.

Girls' Getaway is like rolling doubles.

Time spent with your quality women reminds you life is a cherry pie. Or chocolate mousse. Or Snickers cheesecake. Or salty, hot and crispy fries. Or ice cold beer. (What's with the food metaphors?) Whatever. The point is this: You get to enjoy the escape without forking over some obscene price to get it. Like I said...rolling doubles.

Last week, I escaped for a brief but boss day-and-a-half with three quality ladies: Ami, Michelle, and Michelle (whom I call Z and Bee, respectively...you can see why). We ran away to the Broadmoor where we lazed about in a penthouse floor suite, drinking wine and eating junk (thanks, Courtesy Clerk, who upgraded us in reply to our announcement we were on a girls' getaway). Boy, these are the days.

Because, yes, we are not 18 anymore. We don't want to go clubbing. We don't want to get all dressed up. We don't want to remember manners or cut up a little person's food or plan our wardrobe with access to our nursing bras in mind. We didn't talk to demanding clients or sit in rush hour traffic or cook a single meal. There were no high heels, pantyhose, or shellacked lips; instead, there were comfy clogs, lazy clothes, and makeup removed long ago. We just want to rest and remind ourselves that we are women - apart from the hats we wear, we are just gals God made, special all 4. So we laughed and relaxed and reveled in the freedom we each prioritized with our time, our money, and (our most precious commodity) our energy. We are thankful for our husbands who held the forts and sent us on our way. We are thankful for the best cheeseburgers - EVER - and for a balcony with a view to a range of mountains kissed by the setting sun. But, most of all, we are thankful for each other and for a getaway that reminds us yep - the best things in life are free.

Sigh.

If there's not a song about it, there oughtta' be. 

Maybe they should call it Rolling Doubles.

                                                                                 The view from our penthouse balcony.

Wish it had been just a touch warmer...could've enjoyed our wine under the stars while watching the fire in the outdoor patio pit. 

 We ate dinner at Blue Star. Cheeseburgers were grilled to perfection with just a touch of smoke and gooey cheddar. Yummo.

The place where the good times roll...as much as the doubles.