From there it was downhill, I'm afraid. I completely lost track of how much Janice had to drink. I only had the wine with dinner. Oh, and a few Rum and Cokes (quaintly called Jack and Coke in the U.S.) and possibly a martini at the martini bar a few doors down from the restaurant. I suppose it's possible I also had some beer at the pub we went to after. I can't swear to any of this.




Some time between when I started having a good time and Janice started having a bad time, we were all enjoying ourselves. But Janice pulled the ripcord around 1am with a strategic break for the bathroom at the pub, and we all crashed back at Virginia and Ron's.

For the record, at this point I was still 'fine' enough to take incriminating pictures. Yes, I'm that kind of friend.




Somewhere around 4am I started to feel sick and had a rough morning. Neither Janice nor I wanted to get in a moving car, but eventually it had to be done. On the way back to her place on the Sunday morning, I snapped this shot of what I think makes Denver great: the ever-present mountains, beckoning from a distance.

From there it was time for some dramamine and a nap.