Four days before my birthday I realized that I hadn’t made any plans. This year it fell on a Sunday, which meant that most people had a 3-day weekend for the 4th of July. Typically people are out of town for the holiday, so there aren’t a lot of people around to help me celebrate. Since I had traveled the weekend before, I had to stay local.
At first I planned a ride to Estes Park for a hike up in the mountains, but as the rest of the weekend plans came together, that idea was quickly vetoed. I kept changing my mind and time was running out, so when Pyro offered up the use of his pool, I shot out a few invites and called it a day.
That morning I slept in until around 8:30 and spent about an hour making some adjustments to this site. On the way to Pyro’s place, I stopped to grab some snacks, ice and coffee – making myself late to my own party. The pool was probably around 76 degrees and, in the 90+ degree heat, it was a pretty awesome way to spend the day. About a dozen people showed up and Pyro fired up the grill around noon. Somehow I survived the afternoon with little-to-no sunburn. SPF 100!
The storm clouds starting rolling in around 4, so we packed things up and moved the party down to the Wrangler for beer bust. It was great to run into people I hadn’t seen in awhile. After a few rounds of Mama’s Little Yella Pils (and 0 out of 31 shots consumed), we walked down the street to meet up with more friends at Argyll, a recently-opened gastropub on 17th.
Dinner was a relaxing way to cap off the day. The whiskey drinks were smooth and the menu was diverse – most entrees sounded interesting. The portions were modest but the prices were far from it. I’d probably still go back, though – it had a comfortable vibe to it.
Afterwards I said my goodbyes and walked back to the car to head home, as the gravity of my new age set in. While not nearly as grandiose as last year, I can safely say I rang in 31 properly and to my satisfaction.