This past weekend was a mental health kind of weekend. The kind of weekend where I laughed so much I got a better ab workout than I would have at a gym. And although I consumed more calories (both food and drink) than I probably should in an entire week, I walked away from the weekend with a feeling of pure joy.
As much as I want to, I’m not going to sit here and rant about the details of the trip and the concert. It was one of those “you had to be there” type weekends, with more inside jokes and immature humor than a middle school classroom.
|Eric Church would have been proud.|
|Leslie... in the bed of the truck.|
However I do have to say this: if you ever decide to make a trip somewhere for a concert, make it Red Rocks Amphitheater. This was my second concert there and it was just as magical, if not more, than the first. And when I say magical, I mean almost spiritual.
I’m unsure if anything compares to an outdoor concert up in the Rocky Mountains, surrounded with amazing people and beautiful red rocks (literally), overlooking the beautiful Denver lights and singing along at the top of your lungs to songs about life.
|Karlie and Me|
I’m still a little hoarse today. When I left on Sunday all that was left of Karlie's voice was a squeak.
|Probably has something to do with this.|
It broke my heart to be back in that amazing state and it broke my heart to leave once again. I am so thankful to have spent a weekend surrounded with friends who are like sisters, an abundance of cowboy boots and a pace of life that is simply a few steps slower.