Coming down the mountain for a spring vacation.
Rick and I came down the mountain for an “all-inclusive vacation”. Since the Trump travel ban we have decided to avoid the airport chaos and just drive down the mountain to Boulder instead of flying to a beach area like Florida. We have found our favourite hotel called the St Julien in Boulder. We joke that it is our own “all-inclusive resort”. Anyway, my good friend John flew down from Canada to visit. We walked through Boulder on a Friday night trying to find a restaurant. We were told the wait time was about 2 hours without a reservation. We walked up and down the Pearl Street Mall looking for live music.
The only restaurant with live music on their patio was a 1.5 hour wait. We ended up at our hotel St. Julien in Jill’s restaurant. We had an amazing meal, and my fiance bought the butter dish from the hotel as it was very french. My fiance has a love affair with butter dishes from all over the world, he tends to buy one whenever we visit a new place.
We went into the lobby of our hotel and there was this great band playing called the “Pamlico sound”. They had a horn section, saxophone player, a female trumpet player, french horn, electric organ, guitarist, drummer and a gorgeous soul filled singer. The hotel was turned upside down. People were dancing everywhere; by the concierge desk and around luggage racks. Groups of women and kids were dancing in the lounge while the kids played tambourines handed out by the band. This five-star hotel was turned into a dance hall with everyone standing, everyone moving, everyone grooving. It was amazing. I got to dance with my fiance and practice our Rumba. It was so amazing to move together in love, and feel the room disappear, only us smiling and moving together.
I asked the front man in the band, who is pictured above about the origins of the band name. He told me about this series of lagoons and inlets in North Carolina. One of them is called Pamlico sound. He spent his summers there as a kid on the shore of the outer banks of this barrier island in North Carolina. Across the water was a live band venue that had bands that played funk and the sound floated through his cottage window into his bed as a child. He said he was forever affected by the funk sound. He told me “he was baptized in the sound of funk”.
You never know what you will get in life, but for us it was a perfect evening, great food, great music, and turn down service with an organic chocolate on our pillow.
What more could you ask from a day?