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aimee and i met our favorite punk rock couple for drinks last night. we were having a standing argument over which club is better: golden trails or southern exposure. (for the record, southern wins hands down, or tits up as the case may be.)

i mentioned that i’d been asking where to find stripperoke and hadn’t yet received an answer. drop dead chris is stunned into silence, NOT a usual occurrence. after a moment i get the well, i hope god give you an answer soon, because i’d really like to go.

yeah, that’s right…sometimes after a couple beers the simple word asking sounds amazingly enough like fasting to confuse even the coolest of kids.

i’ll be sure to blog back about the god-given answer soon!

why slc needs more biker bars:so when i see this guy on the road, i can rest assured i’ll meet him one hot summer night. i’m a sucker for a helmet with horns, ever since that halloween party three years ago–mmmm…vikings.

While we’re talking about new things in IN, make sure to pick up next week’s issue, where columnist Sarah Nielson will debut. Sarah is popular blogger (www.sarahbellumsn.blogspot.com) from Salt Lake City and each week she will share her frank and humorous views on being single in a city not made for singles. More on Sarah next week.

starting thursday, july 13th i’ll be writing a weekly column for IN magazine about my single life. not to worry–i’ll still be blogging away, but now you can read me elsewhere.

remember the days of newspapers? well, those days are back!

look around town for IN magazine, utah’s weekly entertainment rag, they’re starting to pop up around town. comment me and let me know when you pick up your copy!

don’t worry buddy, your auntie sarah’s upset about dubya having a birthday too. it’s ok, you’re not the only one worried about him running the country, we all are.

i understand that for most people the selling point of the jeep liberty is that it comes in diesel, making it a jeep liberal in my world—yes, i live in the land of bio-diesel, saving the world one tank of soy oil at a time. however, for me all it takes is a picture of a one-eyed pug and i am sold!

celebrating independence day properly is important when you played the part of a country girl in your past life, and nothing screams americana louder than a small town demolition derby.
following tradition i painted my name on country carl’s car, happily i might add–as he chose to have a pink car this year.
watching the cars wreck their way into a championship round is a good time, however, i’m just as happy listening to johnny cash playing over the pa system. and these people? they’re just happy to have a place to stand for the national anthem.
sadly, the power of pink wasn’t quite enough to bring the trophy home. carl was able to get his car out of the arena with the help of a few pals, this guy…wasn’t so lucky!thanks to all those who sat with me mullet free, also thanks to the door guy for looking the other way when i dragged in a purse full of alcohol. the country just isn’t the country without a little buzz going on, right??

it’s funny the signs ben leaves to let me know he’s here for the weekend…

the best thing about the wednesday nights at the gallivan center is the dots–when the beer line is too long, go for the sugar! sitting down to watch the “cool” kids have seizures alongside local bands is my idea of fun; had i been just a bit more intoxicated i would have joined–next time, i swear!

looking over my bank account post vegas i found this: PURCHASE – SALES TERRIBLES #___ LAS VEGAS NV $53.73 . i don’t remember hitting any adult super stores, but you never know. so, i went through all my receipts and found one in the same amount for gasoline. sure enough the station was called terrible’s, how i failed to notice is beyond me. maybe, just maybe they feel so badly about gas prices they named the station accordingly.

when traveling to vegas with an old fratboy you can count on one of two things: a) stopping by the frat house for a “quick” bathroom break, or b) stopping by the favorite college watering hole. please note i use old fratboy in humor, as there is no such thing, once a fratbrat always a fratbrat. this is one of those things that men just can’t let go of, frat stories and remote controls, whatever.i threw a fit until i saw the sign, this girl is always up for a good beaver bar!