Aspen, Day One, 2007

Wednesday in Aspen: The 2007 U.S. Comedy Arts Festival Twenty-four hours after I boarded a Silver Line bus in Boston for the airport, I’m sitting in a condo on the side of the mountain in Aspen, coasting on my fourth wind into what already is shaping up to be one of the craziest weekends of my life.Notwithstanding marriage and prison.And those are two entirely different stories, mind you.Focus, readers. Focus.But first, an examination of how we (meaning I) got here.Listed departure time for my United Airlines flight from Boston’s Logan airport: 7:49 a.m EasternActual departure time: 9 a.m.Why? After getting out onto the runway, the pilot announced we might have a delay in Denver, so we need to fuel up. Don’t we have enough fuel? Regardless. Or perhaps not without some regard, we taxi back to the gate, put some more petrol into the plane, and finally take off.Listed arrival time in Denver: 10:30 a.m. MountainActual arrival time: 11:30 a.m. MountainWhy? See above.Still plenty of time to catch the 12:43 p.m. flight to Aspen, only the flights are canceled. They’ve all been canceled. Wednesday and Tuesday. What to do, what to do. United Airlines books us on buses, which board and leave Denver from the airport tarmac. Yes, really. Our bus pulled away from gate B73 at 3:15 p.m., arriving at the Aspen airport five hours later, just in...

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