We hit it big this time. We hit the jackpot not once, but several times. And then again. And again. We doubled down on the fun, increasing our winnings.
The satellite radio gods were tuned in to our frequency on this trip…except they didn’t play “Rocky Mountain High” for us, and we both forgot our John Denver CDs, so, we found it online when we had reception, and sang along.
In Gail’s favor, but not mine, the wind was on her side. The western Kansas wind was a gentle beast on the way,
but the Colorado wind was a force to be reckoned with.
Gail took a stroll down Memory Lane with the newly available Daylight Donuts in the new shop downtown, and offered at several places around town. We even saw a Daylight Donuts semi on the way there.
Rules are maybe just suggestions. I believe I posted that earlier. I believe this to be true.
Suggestions like, perhaps, maybe you should cross the street in the crosswalk, not in the middle of traffic.
We kind of own the place when we are there…at least, we think we do.
Or, perhaps, that silly rule about ‘no pictures in the casino.’ Again, it’s just a suggestion, and we didn’t take it.
As Mom said, “If it feels good, and doesn’t break The Ten Commandments, do it!”
So, we did.
We did a lot of things that felt good, and broke no laws or Commandments whatsoever. Things that made us laugh, and made other people laugh, too. Uninhibited things, things that we normally wouldn’t do before noon on a Friday—or anytime–but we did them there. But we’re not telling what they were. You had to be present to win.
We would do them again given the opportunity. It’s who we are. We simply like to have fun, and this is our breed of fun. It may not be yours, or many other people’s kind of fun, but it is ours, and we own it.
Gail and I arrived in Cripple Creek after dark on Wednesday evening, Ash Wednesday, which, for Gail, then became Cash Wednesday. Not so much for me. At no point in our casino dalliances was I rolling in any dough.
But I remained lucky. It’s all in how you look at it. In the end, our jackpots were not measurable in monetary terms; rather, they could be measured in the currency of memories, fun that was had by both Gail and me, accompanied by lots of laughter. And we shared it with others, making them laugh, thereby increasing the value. But that always happens when we are together.
We bought experiences and memories. And, unlike the paltry interest one can earn when money is banked, memories and experiences banked can earn an interest rate that we determine. We get to set it as high as we chose.
We chose to set it at infinity.
The only fly in the ointment was that Suzanne wasn’t with us. We weren’t complete without her, but we had her blessing to go without her. We will travel together soon enough, tripling down on the fun and memories we make.
In a post a few months ago, I shared our interior renovations in our living room. They are now complete:
Special thanks to my Mark-of-all-trades for his expertise and hard work in our home.
I also posted that Gail and I were doing our own interior remodeling, and our progress is almost as refreshing, just not visible. We’re still not sharing the exact nature of these renovations, but rest assured that they are allowing us an even greater sense of renewal both at home, and in Colorado–or anywhere. Suzanne is quite proud of us; she has mastered the challenge we are meeting, and knows the rewards are better on her side of the equation.
Our Colorado destination will remain a favorite for Gail and me. Other places, too, are beckoning us. Not sure where just yet, but somewhere the three sisters of The Sister Lode will arrive, ready to make more memories.
I don’t think we’ll ever tire of this view.
If you have a sister or sisters, and you are waiting for a better time to plan and execute a sister trip, perhaps the perfect time is now. Perhaps a better time will never come. Maybe you should start planning. Maybe you should give them a call today. If the greatest distance you need to travel is bridging the gap, today is the perfect day to start that journey. You may not realize it, but you, too, are Lucky Girls.
Last year’s trip to Colorado
Happy Saint Patrick’s Day. May the luck of the Irish be with you today, and every day.