Hello Down There

You know what Denver needs? Oxygen.

I kid, but in retrospect, asthma + chest cold + thin air = not so fun. It's better today--I seemed to cough a lot of it out this morning--but I'm using my inhaler like crazy, feeling quite winded after little exertion--even taking my decidedly non-Olympic conditioning into account--and looking up symptoms of altitude sickness (not showing any, other than the getting winded, which happens to me astmatic lungs at sea level.)

Anyway, the talk went pretty well. It wasn't great work, so that brought it down, but I pulled it off smoothly.

So far, I've gotten 3 free meals...two hotel breakfasts (hot, not Continental) and one lunch sprung for by one of my old professors. This frees up the budget for $16 scotch. About a shot and a half worth, but still. I'd have stayed and tried more of their huge selection, but it was also a cigar bar, so I didn't need anything more coming between me and sweet, sweet oxygen.

I have some time tomorrow and Thursday slated for siteseeing, so I hope to get some picks of the mountains from the state capitol, the Coors Field exterior, and anything else that suits me. I already have a pic of the two-story blue bear that seems to be looking inside the convention center for snacks.

Speaking of the convention center, it's the only one of seen, out of all these March Meetings, that has prominent ads in the concourses for local gentlemen's clubs. Guess they're not going to get a lot of NOW conventions.