I went downtown New Year's Eve to see the 9:00 P.M. fireworks on the 16th Street Mall here in Denver. It was a brisk 4 degrees by the time 9 o'clock rolled around. After the show, being the party animal I am, I headed directly to the light-rail station down the block, which was of course closed. I had to walk to the convention center, where lines were set up based on which train you wanted to board. It was so damn cold I don't see how anyone could have survived until the midnight fireworks show. A man in line in front of me, seeing me shake uncontrollably, offered me his hot chocolate, which I was tempted to take, but I took off running instead when a different line started boarding a train. I made it before it pulled out. The train was nice and warm. It seems to me it would far more enjoyable riding the light-rail up and down the line than standing out there in the cold. That's why they call me "Mr.Fun."
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