when they called it the mile-high city I thought it was a vulgar airplane joke, but apparently that is in fact its nickname

Business trips are awesome, but waking up at 6:00 AM Denver time to catch the flight back has left me feeling like my brain has been gutted, stretched, crumpled back up and stuffed back in through my nostrils. And I'm incapable of napping.
Luckily my United hookup went through on the flight back. Business Class is so cool! When you walk into the plane you realize that you have to go left instead of right! The flight crew treats you like you'll never get your money's worth, but they're willing to try to help you get close to it. They keep bringing you beverages every half hour and asking if you'd like anything else. Plus, the seats are super soft and comfy, and everyone's over 40 and jaded from becoming so accustomed to luxury as I don't believe I will ever be.
[6.19.06: don't I feel petty now:
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My boss was more than slightly bitter about my upgrade, since they stuck him at the back of the plane. He kind of insinuated that I must have been a flirt to have been hooked up like that. I was hoping he would just laud my networking skills, but you know, I guess that's life.
Of the 21 hours we spent in Denver, 5 were spent in transit and 7 with the clients, so my limited exposure to the city suggested to me that it looks exactly like an exclusively caucasian San Jose, but with taller mountains and more interesting clouds, an amusement park downtown, this stadium that looks like a 60s era fantasy spaceship, and an airport with a row of white tents that look like funny disneyland-foam mountains when you drive up. The clouds were so great there - like these bulbous ripples over the mountains that filter through these majestic rays of light.
Other highlights included when the Budget Rental Car woman said "Oh, you're staying in Greenwood Village? Great restaurants. Like Maggiano's and P.F. Chang's." Wow, I'm so glad I flew all the way to Colorado to eat at mediocre national franchise chain restaurants owned by Jack In the Box and other dubious corporations.
After I totally kicked ass at the 4-hour presentation meeting (okay, I'm being generous here, but I didn't choke) we ate at P.F. Chang's (woo) with the clients, several of whom were stunningly attractive males in their late 20s, and I unintentionally got just drunk enough to be flirting with potential public embarrassment, as well as with the new clients. Back at the hotel my engaged coworker told me she caught herself flirting too, so I didn't feel so stupid.

It occurred to me recently that I still don't have a date for my friend Shonelle's wedding in 2 weeks. I RSVP'd for 2, which I guess was wishful thinking, especially considering that I'm not even really dating anyone (among other busts, the architect may never call me and the librarian disappeared ever since Stanford went on final exams schedule). Plus, it's on 4th of July weekend, when everyone will be out of town. I'll probably end up coming solo, but I won't really know anyone there and really would like to bring a partner in crime. My mother thinks I should just take the tallest boy I can find to go with the heels - her words being, "It'll be too loud to hear each other anyway, so you should just bring someone who looks good and have a good time." Sometimes I don't even understand how we share any of the same gene pool, when the only similarities we seem to share are neuroses, hypochondria and nerves.