The first leg of Operation: International Incident is complete — I have conquered Denver and have moved on to, well, international territory.  Greetings from Toronto!  It’s a wee bit cold here — for us Americans, it was around 20 degrees when I got in this afternoon, though my brain said “whaaaaaa?” when the pilot announced it was -7 as we were landing.  Go me with the lack of metric conversion.

So, Denver.  Got to see my best friend again, which always rocks my face off, although the details are a little fuzzy since we went out and got rather blasted — I took down 5 drinks & 3 Jager bombs with a bunch of radio and record label people, and I’m running on only 4 hours of sleep.  I got to meet the boys in OK Go and Snow Patrol, and I caught a lot of sass (which was to be expected). 

The drinking and hilarity continues through the end of the week with Canadian Music Week.  I’m actually wondering if I’m going to be able to survive the week… when radio people get together, we drink heavily.