Blogger Nikki Britain and I couldn't find a trash can when we first entered the August 24th Democratic National Convention Press Party at Elitch Gardens. We just didn't know refuse bins were provided temporary housing. Each trash tent even had a volunteer trash consultant advising you which drop-in hole suited your garbage: Recycle, Compost or That Wretched Refuse You Can't Do Anything With. I think the last category requires hanging your head with shame.

We really needed to use the trash tent because someone left a water bottle on the steps of the light rail train we exited. Picking it up, I observed to Nikki that someone could have fallen on that thing, maybe even taking an eye out. I fell on the concrete steps leading to the Pepsi Center station after the party, anyway, without the aid of a water bottle. The free premixed cocktails in a bottle may have contributed, but I blame the distracting fireworks extravaganza. Maybe not quite as impressive as Beijing's, but host city Denver probably didn't have video enhancement available.

No medic tent in sight, but I didn't need one since my clumsiness is well-practiced. I suspect the trash tents will be permanent fixtures at the widely touted green convention, causing less consternation than Tent State University, except when you're looking for a can.