Last weekend I was in Denver for a bachelor party. The party included all of the requirements such as, $100 steak dinner, pilgrimage to strip club, way too much drinking, and even a 100m sprint at 3am in the morning. When I arrived at the airport on Sunday to leave, I realized that I had somehow booked a flight for Monday. Looking back, I realize now why the last minute plane ticket was so cheap. Anywho, I was forced to pay a $150 change fee and catch a flight through Sioux Falls, SD. At least I wasn’t hungover during my nearly 6 hour return trip (delays and layovers included).
Side note: Apparently during one of the nights in Denver, I stopped to ask a police officer a question.
Me: “Do you know where I can go to meet some new people at this time of the night?”
Officer: “Yeah, De-tox.”
Me: “Oh yeah? Where’s that?”
Officer: “11th and Colorado.”
Silly me, I thought it was the name of a club.