The last time I visited Dani, neither of us were propertied and both of us were single, there were no security measures at the airport (aside from the luggage x-ray), and neither of us had held the same job and lived in the same place simultaneously for more than one year.
Here we are: I, married, Dani, engaged (to be married in one month), I'm up for tenure (a sign of steady employment) and Dani's the head of Human Resources for several stores under one company. I'd conjecture that we're old, but since neither of us are grey yet, and we're as goofy as we were in 6th grade, I'll save that theory for another date.
As her Most Honorable Attendant (does anyone like "matron of honor"?), it was my duty and pleasure to visit and, beyond making sure that my Most Outdoorsy Friend actually bought proper shoes for her wedding dress (the truth to be disclosed later), was present to help her put on the frock, practice lacing it up, and of course, celebrate the upcoming nuptials. And to celebrate my first visit in nearly a decade, Dani made sure I was outfitted for a hike through the Rockies.
And snowshoeing, to boot (ha ha)!--a first for me, and I'm totally hooked. See for yourself: surrounded snowy peaks, snowy groundcover, and we're bundled up to our ears: imagine our shock to descend from our 10,000 ft. altitude to the parking lot, where it was 75 degrees. Had I layered properly, I'd have stripped to nearly nothing, desperate for the warmth that only sunlight can bestow. But alas, over grilled-cheese sandwiches, I could only roll up my yoga pants, hoping to absorb as much vitamin D as my body could take in. 
After a brief, fruitless search for some rehearsal dinner threads, we joined Dani's and Larry's friends at Sherpa's restaurant (in Boulder) for some Indian-inspired Tibetan food (I enjoyed a spicy samosa and a Sherpa lamb-stew). Good times, but sadly, not enough time. The following day, my departure day, it snowed enough to rival Rochester: and while I wished I could have stayed, I was lucky to get out of the airport at all. Looking forward to visiting again in a few weeks, for the wedding, with Heath. But I shall have to find us some snowshoes, most definitely.
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