Oh Salt Lake, you never fail me.

Well this weekend was definitly one of the weirdest experiences of my entire existence of 18 years and 10 months.

It was a nice saturday night in the big city so Elyse and I decided it would be basically pimp shit to go clubbing. So we did. And this is a bit of a round up of such circumstances and what I learnt:


1. Mac Makeup is a must when you bump and grind for sweaty situations.
2. Area 51 is the SCARIEST club in Salt Lake City. Please spare yourself from seeing this hell of an emo freak show. I was in a fucking polo for crying out loud.
3. The valet parking boys at that one club on temple square are flattering, and kind of cute.
4. Club Vortex was one of the strangest, coolest, moviest experiences I have EVER HAD.
5. I like DAVE signs are heavy, but fun to steal from the avenues.
6. Wendys and East High School are a must for saturday nights. East High school...where THE High School Musical was filmed at. It was epic.


I literally woke up with a headache, messy hair, sore legs, makeup running, and a stamp that says SEXY on my hand. I call this new morning Club Hangover.

As far as testestrone, I have officially overdosed. I'm at a content level, minus the fact it's not coming from the person I would want it to come from. ie: braden.

Oh well. As Elyse might say, "I'm aimlessly walking around in circles looking for something, but I dont know what it is..."

As is my life yo, as-is-my-life.