Oh, Mountain... (Part I)

Today is Wednesday. Meaning, if I've done my math correctly, that I've been back in Indiana for 3 days! Yes, you read that right. In clarity, I went on my little Colorado Adventure (soon to return) and  although it may not have been the most well researched or ideal trip ever, I had a great time and I don't regret making it. Despite the fact that it all became sour at the 11th hour of the trip, and to this day--three days later--I continue to get received the third degree from my family members regarding the specifics of this trip and I continue to lie. No, I don't intend on telling anyone the WHOLE truth, in times like these I think it's easier to lie.

I landed in Colorado on this past Thursday night and after a full day of traveling, I was absolutely exhausted but so began the race to the finish to find my hotel at lease for that night. Contrary to familial   belief, I booked my own hotel. However, little did I know the hotel I book was slightly far fetched  from where I actually was meant to be for the weekend. After talking to a Colorado native, I realized that. So with the help of a friend (the assumed friend I was going to visit) I made my way to the hotel for that night. That next morning I woke up and began research on different hotels near the place I was supposed to be as well as a nice, inexpensive way to get there. Destination: Vail. I had to be creative.

After 2 buses and a greyhound, I reached Vail and my oh my, it was a sight to see. I just kept saying to myself, "I can't believe I actually did it!" Quite honestly, I still can't believe it. Vail was a vintage little town--Central Vail that is. However, getting to Vail was only half the battle, now I had to find a nice, cheap hotel in this expensive city and prepare for the concert that night, which wouldn't be too hard of a task because I had called about a certain hotel at my previous hotel (what a tongue twister). If there was ever a time I felt proud of myself for having been smart, that day was definitely top 5.

After getting settled in, I was much excited for the concert that night. I was looking forward to hearing a famous cello soloist but more importantly, I was anxious to see if "He" would be there. Well the cellist was amazing and He was--I caught a glimpse of him right before the intermission. After the concert, I made an effort to stick around in hopes of accidentally running into "Him" Well it happened but not exactly the way I planned or hoped rather. To be completely honest, I had no clue that I was going to see him when I actually did. Here I am having this intriguing conversation with this amazing cellist, and a car pulls up to chauffeur him back to hotel. Little did I know, "He" was the driver. He had to have seen me before I saw him and I can't help but wonder what he must have thought when he saw me. HE. LOOKED. GOOD.

All of a sudden, the reason--the REAL reason--why I came all the way to Colorado was literally starring me in the face. Yet I didn't get the answer I needed. My first question has been answer and that was that there was still attraction. Even after a year of silence there was still a spark--at lease from my point of view. I was never able to read him and I still couldn't. For all I know he could have been masking his true feelings or it was all out on the table. I had no idea, but I was soon about to find out.