We went to happy hour at Brit’s Pub, then Matt took a somewhat-tipsy me to the airport. Our flight was delayed an hour and we were early as it was, so Stephanie and I went to a bar in the concourse. By the time we got to the gate, I was loudly exclaiming, “Dude! I’m not too drunk to get on this flight!”

We were airborne after 11pm, in a plane with nonworking air conditioning. They said something about attaching portable a/c to it, so all I could picture was a window unit stuck in the side of the airplane. I slept for most of the flight.

Stephanie and I arrived in Denver and picked up our car at 1:30am. It was a gold PT Cruiser. We cursed him, then named him Poontang. We drove what felt like 100 miles, and got to bed around 3am.