Thank GOD for the Ramada Inn, which was one of the only hotels left in Denver that had any rooms. The people who left after the first delay because of snow and took to the hotels en masse, were the most fortunate, while the rest of us fools were talked into spending the night in the airports by the airlines. I won't tell you the stupid, cluster-fuck of a story it took to find and secure this room in the middle of this whole disaster, or the stupid cluster-fuck of a story that had the airport refusing to try provide transit for me and at least 200 others to get to it . I'll just say this: when the airlines say they care, they don't. And they have no idea what they are doing from one counter to the next. Makes me feel all secure and warm inside just thinking of it.
Anyway, when we finally got to the hotel, the driveway was full of snow, so we had to traipse up about a 1/4 of a mile to get to the front. I swear, by the time I got checked in I didn't know whether to eat, shower or sleep first. I eventually ended up going to dinner in my pajamas after a hot shower. Nobody thought anything of it, to their credit.