Liver, don't fail me now!

Last night we went through, in a little over two hours, two six packs between two of us. That included one quarter of one movie, following me shutting her out in Trivial Pursuit, six to no. In her defense, the questions were slightly, vaguely, a tiny bit difficult.

Earlier in the evening, we had the fantastic IPA Junior at Red Rock, only to be shattered in our brilliant designs of a growler: it's on nitro, and they won't do it in a growler. Fuckers.

I spent much of the weekend looking at houses (the outsides) and today sent a list of seven to our realtor that I'd like to see the insides of. Mostly east side: the things on the west wide in our price range are either too damn far west or north, or varying degrees of yucky.

The babbling, prattling, and generally rude noise and cell phone usage in the SLC main public library continues to amaze me: people seem to think it's a fucking bar, except with no alcohol, and lots of books randomly strewn around.