No horcruxes in Denver

Just because we're over a mile above sea level doesn't mean the craziness for wizards,warlocks and lightning-shaped scars has subsided. Some members of our traveling party went to a midnight screening of "Harry Potter: Finally The Last Part of This Never-Ending Story And Some Deathly Hallows or Something" at a theater in Colorado Springs.

This is what Road Rage looked like in the morning.
Guess the elevation is taking its toll.

Michigan Left reported loving it, even though it meant some additional departure from the sleep schedule. I accidentally bought an extra ticket a few days ago when Michigan Left told me a fourth friend would be traveling to the midnight showing with Whine and Die and the Architect, and just as I  looked at her text message saying not to buy the ticket, the transaction processed online. Fortunately, I wasn't compelled to go watch Harold Potter (also known as Daniel Radcliffe in real life, which makes him part of our extended British family), since Adrienne's friend Janelle took the ticket. Not sure if I spelled her name right, and when I get that confirmed, she'll get a proper nickname for our narrative.Because fans of the Potter sequel are uproarious weirdos, waiting until the movie opened Friday was not enough, and battling huge crowds of adults dressed as characters from children's literature in the early morning hours was the preferred option.

The previous evening's dinner was spent at O'Malley's in nearby Lake Palmer, where one must cook their own steak and watch forlornly as the Milwaukee Brewers allow 11 unanswered runs to the local team and fall to the Rockies, 12-3. Great way to start the second half of the season. Fail. Great food, though supremely filling, and terrible baseball that better not be repeated when we check out Denver for ourselves this evening.