In which I Receive my Comeuppance

Just a word about mean-spirited jokes.

When my friend and I first conceived of the idea to travel to Denver, we deliberately failed to tell a mutual friend our plans. This friend, you see, is extremely fond of Denver, and we thought it would be novel to not speak a word about our journey until we had arrived in the city whereupon we would send her a picture of us with the Rocky Mountains in the background, thus eliciting a priceless response about the fact that she had not been invited to join us. In this regard we were correct. Her response was magnificent. For every action, however, there is an equal and opposite reaction. I cannot help but think it only fitting that it rained every day of our vacation.

The rain dampened our shoes but not our spirits as we traipsed about 16th Street on day 1. On day 2, it was a bit annoying to traverse the entire Denver Zoo with flimsy umbrellas only to discover that the majority of the animals were hiding indoors and avoiding the inclement weather. It was an utter disappointment, however, to discover on day 3 that we would not be permitted to ascend Pike's Peak due to rain at the bottom and snow at the top. Fog covered the heights, thus prohibiting us from even seeing the mountain, and frightening costs prevented us from meandering across the abyss that is Royal Gorge. The good news is that the weather was quite pleasant - a spring-like seventy degrees - as we sat for hours in our stuffy vehicle for the drive home.

You may draw your own conclusions as to the moral of this story.