This post would of course would have been up at the normal Friday morning time.  But when I got home from my 18 team Pub Quiz (the most ever! woo!), my camera was missing. Crap.  I emptied my entire bag out -- which was surprisingly empty to begin with -- hoping the camera would crash to the ground.  Nope.  Just reciepts delicated floating and dancing to the ground.   

I ignored my urge to find and watch American Beauty and instead let out a huge groan, stomped around my room trying to find a way to blame the lost camera on someone else, and went to bed grumbling.  Note that the grumbling sounded much like Joe Pesci in Home Alone (he literally had to re-film tons of scenes since he kept swearing.  It's a family movie, he changed the swears to grumbles).  Ugh.  I set my alarm for a 6am wake up call, to make sure I arrived at one week old job at the Denver Post on time and went to sleep complaining about how and when to get to Nicolo's to find my camera.

I got woken up much earlier than I thought.  My phone rang at 4:10am, and I palmed my way through my bed to find it, still half asleep.  "Fuck," I thought.  "I overdrew my account." Nope.  It was the Post. Calling me to say get your butt up and get in here.  There's been a horrendous shooting at a movie theater in Aurora, during the midnight showing of The Dark Knight Rises.  Many are dead and injured.  When can you get here?  

Dude.  Fuck my camera!  I ran around my room for five minutes excited to be a part of breaking news and then feeling horrible about that, scrambling the internet to find some information on the most disturbing event I've ever received a phone call about, and then thinking to myself how this could have happened twenty minutes away from my house.  And that it actually happened.  At that point I hadn't truly processed the situation.  I checked in with a few people to make sure they hadn't been at that theater -- and apparently I was a few hours late on the news.  

I'll never forget that phone call.  And when I got in my car to zoom to work, guess what.  The camera was sitting in the front seat.  After a 11 + hour day at work yesterday, I'm finally getting to this blog now.   I am horrified for those who were at the theater that night, and equally horrified for those who's friends and family never returned home safely.  I hate to spend my entire blog on this but I wanted to tell that story.  

 I'll see you all next Thursday.  And by the way -- Part-Time Hobos, a team of 2 guys, got 3 out of 8 questions right in the Women round.