We then went down to the Denver Performing Arts Center to the Wells Fargo Theater to see Brian Regan. We had a bit of a time juggling parking. The meters had two hour limits, but the show would last about that long, and it would take us about 10 minutes to walk to the theater, not including navigating the entrance line and finding our seats. So after a lot of walking around and calculating, we decided to just take the chance and leave a gap at the end of our parking time. Fortunately it all worked out and I didn't get a ticket.
Brian Regan was quite funny, as was his brother Dennis, who opened for him. The theater was huge, and we were pretty close to the back, but fortunately they had big screens up to display the act. Jen and I really like him as a comedian. He's clean and stays away from sex, drugs, and poop, though his encore was the true tale of him urinating out the back of a station wagon while one brother drove and the others held onto his belt loops. Good stuff!
Less rewarding was my bread making adventure. After my last failed endeavor, I took to heart some of the advice given to me by fellow bakers. This time the dough rose magnificently, almost to 4 times its original size. I punched it down, as directed, and ... well that was the end of my glorious bread. I put it in to rise again, and it just flattened out. If I were making biscotti, this would be the optimal shape; not so much for bread. In fact, it's even flatter than the bread where I killed all my yeast by having the liquid be too hot. As Jen pointed out, even though we couldn't make sandwiches with it, we could make one big sandwich by using each loaf as a slice of bread. Back to the drawing, or rather kneading, board.