Take me back ... to Denver

Took my first trip to the mile-high city this week. I have a handful of crazy stories, perhaps crazier than that time I missed a flight in LAX talking to some guy, but not as crazy as the stories I have not written about from my trip to Orlando.


I really shouldn't promise to expand on these things, because it takes forever for me to follow through. But hopefully I'll have some time to describe my first taste of bison, as well as my panicked and horribly confused reaction to the "romance package" that was delivered to my hotel room, courtesy of some guy in a suit with whom I had a friendly and (I thought) innocuous conversation at the hotel lobby.

Oy. I'm embarrassed to say this, but I really can't read guys at all.