Drunk spelling bee. Made it to the third round this time (last year I missed “aberration,” somehow). The word that killed me tonight: scelerophibia. I spelled it with two Ls. Feel good about it, though. I’ll be back next year, coincidentally (B&C wedding), so I’ll give it a go again; maybe I’ll show up once every year in July and try to win the fifty bucks. Could be a fun tradition.

Trip has been non-stop kicks. Enjoying it very much. I really don’t miss Denver much right now.