Okay, so I already miss Colorado (SUNSHINE! PEOPLE! NOT UNDERWATER!), but I have to say... it is pretty nice not to feel permanently as though your lips are about to crack into a hundred hardened, peeling pieces and crumble to the ground from dehydration. *keeps water close at hand anyway*

Anyway, I suppose I could say that a comprehensive post re: my trip is coming, but I think we all know that's a lie, and that I will never get around to writing it. So I will just say that 12,000ft altitudes are not as cold as you'd think (but even windier and more impressive), that frozen margaritas are fabulous, that BUFFALO!!!!! are delicious, that llamas are fucking scary, that I am in danger of loving Boulder unironically, and that Ceiling Lincoln is watching you masturbate. And also that, amongst other souvenirs, I bought the Lord King Bad of all belt-buckles for my dad at Buffalo Bill's grave (it features a native American, a mustang, an eagle, and, of course, buffalo), and a weeaboo panda-face hat for my sister at Dragon*Con.

Trip = success.