So after a heavy night of drinking, we get up early (11:00am) and hit the road. We grab some coffee (PSL of course) and now we are good to go. We head south to Colorado Springs- knowing that there is a Dunkin Donuts down there. (why in the hell did they get rid of them in Denver?) So we grab the address and pump it in Ellen (the GPS) and she tells us where to go. SIDE NOTE: Ellen can be such a bitch. If you take a wrong turn she yells at you, "Recalculating route." all snotty like. What a bitch.
On the way down there I get a call from mom who is in Italy. MEAT-A-BALL-A!! (I swear I never knew that Italian was a real language. I thought they just had really bad accents.)
She asks if I am by a TV. I tell her that we are LEAFING! (you have to yell it) and that no, I am not by a TV. Apparently the stock market crashed after the "Bailout plan" failed. Huh. Ok. I know nothing about stocks but I know that going under 800 points is REALLY bad. REALLY REALLY bad. Ahhh.....Republicans. they are like men. Can't live with them, can't live with them.
Anyway, back to the drive- we get off the highway when I realized that I punched in the wrong address for DD. Quick fix, Herb flips a bitch and we are on the DD route again. We turn the corner and there she sits. A french vanilla coffee. It is lit different. It is like God is the light guy and has special Arri's on the place. (Arri's-studio lights in a studio) We park, go in and get two iced french vanilla coffees and one bear claw. YUM!
Time to hit the road again. We are driving and I am starting to think weather man Mike Nelson is a piece of shit for telling us to take this drive since there are no colors.....when we turned the corner.
There were so many colors, yellow, orange....it was so amazing. We had to stop. We stopped like 4 or 5 times to get out and take pictures. In all my life of living here in Colorado- I never knew this area existed. We traveled with a group of people. We would all drive a few miles, get out and take pictures. We met this cute little family of 4 that every time they stopped, they would get out their 2 little kids and have Steve or I take a picture. I am sure the kids thought, what in the hell are we doing and why in the hell do they keep getting me out of my car seat when I am so fucking hungry- but it was still cute that they were doing that.
We were getting hungry as well, so we decided to keep heading towards Cripple Creek to find a cute little mountain cafe to eat in. We keep driving, Cripple Creek is known for their mining and gold- so of course they have casinos as well. Well we drive in- and of course I forgot my purse at home so I do not have my ID with me- and there is all the locals (old- God they are old) going from one casino to the other. We looked up and down the streets. NO FOOD. ANYWHERE. well, except if you count the $3.99 steak dinner at Casino Royal. But again, no ID.
So there is another cute little town 5 miles outside of Cripple Creek called Victor.
You know that part in Texas Chainsaw Massacre when it is a bunch of friends driving somewhere and they get a flat tire and they think-"Oh lets change this flat tire while it is super hot, there is a creepy gas station a couple of miles away and we should also abandon the car, go to some house that looks like killers live there, go into the house of course because no one answered when we knocked so it is totally ok to just go in the creepy house, take off our shirts and make sure the girls have really big boobs so when the run away from creepy faced dude it will be hot for everyone."?? yeah....that is what it is like when you drive into Victor. There is no one in sight, except for that creepy chick that came stumbling out of a bar (we think) and she had probably 8 teeth total and she started dancing. I told Steve to flip a bitch and lets hope we do not get a flat tire because I do not have big boobs.
So we do....we leave Victor just as fast as we got into that town. That town has a library, a bar, a fire station and probably 2 houses. It was nothing nice. It probably has creepy face in it somewhere.
So we drive BACK to Cripple Creek....we are starving- we just go through it- we have to go to Colorado Springs to eat. And we do.....we end up eating at a wine place right off the highway- (weird that there is a wine tasting place right off the highway. Come on in! Drink wine and then drive home! It's what people do!) We were the only people in there, I ORDERED french onion soup and a chicken pot pie.....I GOT chicken pot pie. So the service was subpar-but that is ok.....
The day was filled with coffee, colors and creepy towns. What more could one ask for?
