I’m in the Denver airport, looking out at the giant mesa of nothingness and open land, with blue and purple clouds of twilight as the sun sets, and my brief trip is coming to a close. It was only three days and two nights, but I will be glad to get back home to my own bed and Sarah and the little ones.

I went to a Rockies game again last night, and it was much better. My seats were good, up in the club level just above the home dugout, and Denver beat the Dodgers 10-1 with some pretty eventful innings. It was also a complete game for Ubaldo Jimanez, his first ever in his career as a major league pitcher, and my second as a fan. I always get nervous about his starts, but he really pulled this one out.

I also got to the game super early, and at one of the club-level buffets, had a chipotle chicken caesar salad, probably the healthiest meal I’ve ever eaten at a ball game. And it was even dollar hot dog night! I gave away my coupon to the family sitting next to me. I also talked to the dad about baseball for most of the game, and then in the 8th inning found out he’s a customer of the company I work for in Denver. First one I’ve met, as a matter of fact.

This airport is weird. In Denver, you will see hairstyles you haven’t seen since high school, but not in an ironic or retro way. From where I sit, I can see a woman wearing flannel, a guy that looks like he just got back from a rodeo (and maybe he did), and at least three who look like they are extras on a made-for-tv movie about a polygamist cult. In some ways, Denver fosters the wild west image, and in others, it’s just trapped in amber. Nowhere else in the country, at least with a population of over a million, can you walk into a salon and say “I want to look exactly like Log Lady from Twin Peaks” and get perfect results every time.

Not much else to report. I think I stayed mostly on track food-wise in the last few days, but I am starving right now, and my only choices, aside from a powerbar in my bag that turned to liquid in my car and then solid again in the fridge, is probably a huge bucket of fries at the deli just down from C49. I’ll eat the powerbar(liquid) and stick it out until I get home. And I won’t actually post this until I get home, because I don’t have wireless here.

Okay, they are going to call us up to board in a minute, so I better shut down and get ready.