These photos follow us through two games of giant jenga on a Friday evening. A little background: Thursday was Jonah’s birthday. On Friday at around 3:30, Jonah called and said he wanted to do happy hour at the Rio at 4:30. He had some more calls to make and would send a text to confirm. Around 6pm, I heard from Odessa asking if I was going to the Rio to meet Jonah. Nobody had heard from Jonah so she gave him a call and incidentally awoke him from a nap. So a few hours after originally planned, we headed downtown. A Jonah-esque schedule. Too perfect. The Rio had an hour-long wait. But, we were set on a rooftop and ended up right next door.. shitty drinks, bartender that pissed me off immediately, almost completely empty with a dj blasting crappy music… but hey, at least we had arguably the best (bar) rooftop view in downtown Boulder on a sunny evening and something to entertain us for the remaining 10 minutes of happy hour.
After that we left and went to Boulder Cafe, where it has been perpetually happy hour for at least a year and half. After a few margs and some fondue I was feeling a little less crazy (I’ve been a bit… uh… manic and such lately – sorry to everyone whose had to experience it) and exhausted from yet another hectic week and was more than happy to call it a night.