Sometimes the Best Plans..

Are no plans!

We had a great time this last weekend in Denver...I got to visit one of my best friends whom I met in college. (Very nice when your husbands get along well and your children are the same age) And her sister and family.
We awakened on the fourth with plans to head downtown Denver...and to enjoy a milky way cappuccino....which we did, and it was amazing. Then we walked to the 16th street mall, an entire street to indulge in your shopping pleasures, and little man noticed the buses. Thankfully, they are free, so we hopped upon a bus and rode it for two stops, walked to our cars and headed on a magical journey through quaint neighborhoods to Washington park. What fun!

A big band was playing, there was a huge wooden playground for the kids and ducks and water...and...something I thought I would be too embarrassed to do. Bicycle rentals. Um. Bicycles that seat like 8 people. So we rented one and rode the entire park. Here's my view of the ride...

Our two tots rode in the very front and we all pedaled. It was so much fun...then my friend found a VERY cool ice cream shop in a magazine that happened to be on Broadway in Denver called Sweet Action Ice Cream shop.  The link will take you to some reviews of the place. But wow. They use local products to make amazing ice cream. My hubby tried one called Whiskey Brickle and Guinness milk chocolate, I had a scoop of pistachio and chai, and our friends had a blueberry fudge twirl and a salty butterscotch. If you are EVER in the area, it is a must stop. (the prices are awesome.)

Afterward, we made our way to my friend's sister's place for amazing barbeque and much socializing! It was a wonderful day, all unplanned and delightful. Better than some days where I've totally had an agenda as to what will happen.
It did rain and thunder for us, however, the lightening we saw in the beautiful big sky was much grander than any firework display could have been.

Hope your fourths were grand!

Things I've learned being married to a musician

I always wanted to marry a guy who played guitar...who sang? bonus. So I of course met my husband with a guitar strapped around his neck.

Here are some things I have realized or learned, or just plain observed over the years.

*When you are married to a musician, they are a musician everywhere. even when not playing their instrument. they hear music everywhere. even in their heads. and dreams. (so they better keep a notebook nearby so they can write down said head music so as not to forget it.)

*your musician will not hear you when you decide to have a conversation with them as they are practicing their instrument in front of the television while you are crocheting. they may nod their head or even say, "yeah" but they didn't hear anything. so save the big stuff for later. or now.

*you will never, ever listen to an album in its entirety ever again. ever. you may never listen to a song in it's entirety ever either. said musician will know within seconds if he likes the song that begins to play or not...even before you get a chance to like it or not.

*your musician may or may not refer to his guitars as babies.

*your children will become music snobs even as toddlers. full on screaming and crying in the car because they DO NOT like the song that you are playing.

*Your musician is always most certainly looking for the perfect tone. he may have 3-4 guitars already, but he is always looking for the next one. always. that goes for pedals as well.

*you will hear new wave on the radio and think, "huh, oh ya, I used to really like this stuff."

*You will become a music snob too!! yup. it's true.