On the whole, it was a good day:

  • Gym. Gym GOOOD ::: handgesture :::
  • Work. Did I mention “work?” Work. This one was a little “not good,” because the air conditioners on the workroom floor are borked. This, in and of itself, wasn’t too much of a problem – I cope with heat MUCH better than I do cold. All things considered, the temperature was no problem. The problem was: I had this overwhelming tendency to start nodding off. NOT a good thing. But, after a tasty (and quickly-imbibed) Mountain Dew® after lunch, I was good-to-go!
  • After work, I went to Liquid Joe’s, “A private club for members,” (see below) to hear Angie’s band. And it was mullet-tastic! Why don’t I remember seeing that many mullets when I lived in that part of town?!?
      “A private club for members” is how ALL of the nightclubs and bars in Salt Lake – and the rest of Utah – identify themselves as places that serve alcohol and where smoking is allowed. Of course, that still doesn’t excuse the stoopid “one drink on the table per customer” law, which I find asinine, but you take what you can get.
  • Picked up Jess from work and came home.

Like I said, all-in-all, a good day. That’s about it for now. Tune in tomorrow for another exciting episode of My So-Called Utah. Or is it Utah’s Creek? Or 7th Utah? Ally McUtah? No, I know that’s not it. I keep getting them confused. *shrug*

Peace.