There's only so much of this trip I even feel comfortable talking about. Boulder gets WEIRD. I've been to plenty of really weird places but Boulder is among the weirdest. The pictures should do most of the talking.
Was there for a work event that slowly spiraled out of control. Did I handle my marketing shizz, you bet your ass I did. But did I also dress like a viking and have a little bit too much to drink with the locals–you bet your ass I did.
At one point, I decided I was all of a sudden this major professional rock climber and hiked WAY up into the Flatirons. Some kids were like "hey man where are your ropes and like your belayer" and I was all like "I don't even know what that means brotha!"
So you see that snowy mountain in the back? Supposedly that's the Continental Divide. So that's pretty righteous. That was my view from the top of the Flatirons trail I almost tumbled off of and died alone. Anyways, made it back down. Stayed at the St. Regis which was a five star and potentially one of the nicest places I've ever stayed. Stunning.
Anyways. Took shots with Patrick Dempsey and then saw a dreamy sunset on the way home (see what I did there with the dreamy like McDreamy).