or barbecued flank steak sliders (better than anything else, which isn't saying much) -- because everything edible had been dumped on. With snow. And it sucked. But at least the people were cool, and more important, there was an Argonaut of alcohol.
The Taste of Vail runs through tomorrow, and while stuffing your face in a blizzard is no way to spend a Friday afternoon, I bet I still had more fun than all you IACP people sequestered at the Downtown Denver Sheraton hotel. I bet I scribbled better notes, too.
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