Big Air in the Big City

Big Air came to the city this year. It was a 2-day international ski and snowboard competition held in the civic park downtown just yards away from the state capitol and just days before the X-Games. I went to the event on the second day to watch snowboarders gain world cup points while flying down a ramp that stood 101 feet high, 300 feet long, and 80 feet wide.

The weather was freezing, but there was wine. Not only did we get to see some sweet moves, but One Republic played in front of the Denver City and County Building. It was nice to hear some of my favorite songs from them.

Laura, Me, Jill

The night was great, but once our hands and feet started to feel numb it was time to go home. Since we live close to downtown, we headed towards the free mall ride shuttle on 16th Street. Once we hopped on the bus, we went for the empty seats. First Jill, then Laura, then me. Once my ass hit the seat, it started to feel damp. At first I thought it was just the feeling of sensation returning since it was so cold....but....I realized very shortly after that my ass was actually becoming damp. I jumped up from the seat. "Oh my god, I think my seat is wet. I think it's pee, bum pee." My seat neighbors smelled it. Told me it couldn't be pee, that it smelled fruity or like soda. As soon as we get home, I ripped my pants off. I had to smell it for myself. Was it really soda? As my nose got nearer to my jeans, I knew that my jeans now smelled distinctly of urine. I flipped out and made a mad dash for the shower. After a great night, I happened to sit my ass in the one seat on the bus that was soaked in bum urine.