A "shining" example of true friendship.

Well folks, we survived our Denver trip. Jane, Stace, Schell and I (otherwise known at the DB4) had one of our best adventures ever.

Sure, Cancun was a blast but this trip had a little more homey feel to it. We stayed our first night in Jane’s cozy little house in Golden, Colorado. She’s completely renovated it and it looked fantastic. We piled our luggage on the floor and commenced with a proper happy hour. As we caught up over cocktails and fought over total iPod domination, Cami showed up. Cami is a Henna Tattooist that Jane had asked to stop by just for fun. I had decided early on that a Henna tattoo was definitely not in my future. I have more than enough tattoos of my own that don’t disappear after ten days. Well, after a few vodka and 7’s, and a whole lot of inspiration due to our next destination, I ended up with this:
How old am I?
Well, there’s that. It was a lot of fun until I remembered I had a job interview on Monday. That’ll be fun to explain, I thought. Oh well, we were headed to The Stanley Hotel the next day, so what of it? That following morning after a delicious homemade breakfast casserole, the DB4 piled into Jane’s car and headed up into the mountains. The weather was absolutely breath taking. Stacy suggested we stop for snacks since we’re technically on a road trip. We got Starbucks, M&M’s (peanut), beef jerky sticks, white cheddar popcorn, and Haribo Gummi Bears. I know, it’s only a 2 hour trip, but there are four of us, after all. I’d forgotten how much I love Gummi Bears. Yellow ones.
It was an inspiring drive and as we arrived into Estes Park, we saw it. The Stanley.

For reasons completely unknown to us, we were mysteriously upgraded to the “Superior King” room. Maybe Superior King is a code word for “Stephen King”, but that’s the room that we got. THE ROOM. Room 217 in The Stanley Hotel. I’ll let you process that for a minute. Jane and I immediately started to squeal and jumped up and down in the lobby for around ten minutes.

We checked in and hit the bar and the gift shop. We each had a Psychic reading and they were insightful and more than a little accurate. We decided to do cocktails in Room 217 before dinner. As we were milling about and taking it all in, we heard a tour guide outside. I squinted through the peep hole and saw around 15 folks outside of our room listening intently and wide-eyed as the guide told them the story of Room 217. The gals and I decided immediately that we’d allow them access to the room. The guide politely declined but at our insistence, seemed tickled and grateful. We found out that the room itself has almost 100% occupancy , and sometimes sports a waiting list of over 2 years, so rarely is ever an actual tour allowed inside the actual room.
Suffice to say, we had a crap-ton of folks in our room that day and into the evening. Word got out fast that the crazy girls in Room 217 would not only let you into the room, they’d even offer you an adult beverage. We totally should’ve charged a dollar a head, looking back. It was a fantastic experience. Here’s our room. Of course, we’re watching The Shining. In the bookshelf under the television – every Stephen King work out there.

Note that our door is open and you can glance down the hallway. Impromptu tour, anyone? We let people in whilst in pajamas. Jane and I *may* have crawled into the tub and taken a few terrified photos as well. Why, you ask? Because we’re 11 years old. We laughed until tears ran down our cheeks and our stomachs ached.
I’m leaving out one small but important detail. Our best friend Stacy has been temporarily afflicted with “Bell’s Palsy”. In case you’re not in the know, it’s a type of facial paralysis in which only one side of the face is affected. She cannot move her facial muscles one iota on the left side of her face. She cannot blink her left eye. She has to do it manually every few seconds and has to drink out of a straw. It’s really awful. This would be terribly tragic and she would have our complete and utter sympathy except for one thing…it’s HILARIOUS.
Okay, I know. We are bad people. We know. Schell and Jane bought a black eye patch in anticipation of Stace’s arrival and even bedazzled it with rhinestones! I tried to get her to moan out the words, “I am NOT an ANIMAL”, but to no avail. She tried very hard over the weekend not to laugh without covering her mouth but we caught her a few times and bless her, one side of her mouth is moving in hysterics but the other side is frozen with a wide open eyeball. I know you think us evil, but trust me if the drool was on the other chin, she’d be calling me “Eyegore” too.
As we were getting ready for bed, we were starting to get a wee bit nervous about the next few hours in the room. The tour guides told us many stories and even had documented information of the kinetic energy inside Room 217. Jane and I were flitting about and trying to stay awake as long as possible. Stacy and Schell were *trying* to turn in for the evening, and they were sharing a bed. Stacy was getting ready to put on her night mask that she has to wear in order to keep her eye shut for sleep.
Quote of The Trip
Stace: Hey, Schell, is it going to creep you out if I wear this mask over my eyes? It’s kind of disturbing.
Schell: Um, wear it. It can’t be any more disturbing than me rolling over in the middle of the night and seeing your eye wide open with your eyeball rolled back in your fucking head.
These are the kind of friends we are, you see.
Well, we survived the night, obviously. We had a few eccentric oddities occur, but nothing major. I woke up in the middle of the night and Jane was gone. As I was peeling myself off of the ceiling, I heard the toilet flush. Oh, thank God. It was ridiculously fun, as was the rest of the weekend. We shopped, we ate, we drank and more than anything else, we laughed. We talked. We talked about the past, present and the future. We reminisced. We wondered about the years ahead and reveled in how far we’ve come since we ran about the Hollywood Hills together, all those years ago.
I’ve written before about how much I love these girls. How effortless our time is together and how blessed I am to have them in my life. That’s the truth. Seeing them only makes me miss them more and I cannot wait until our next adventure together.
They are the friends that know you and still love you. They’re the friends that will tell you the truth, even though you don’t want to hear it. They’re the friends that will book a plane ticket on no notice to be there when you need them. They’re the friends that will make fun of someone with facial paralysis, for God’s sakes.
Especially when it’s one of their own.

3 thoughts on “A "shining" example of true friendship.

  1. If I had gotten that upgrade, I would have turned it down. No way I could stay in that room.

  2. Jane says:

    Jen here I sit wondering what I'm going to do this weekend…….I miss you guys!!!

  3. joe says:

    I am glad that you had a wonderful time with such wonderful people.

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