On Friday night, SML and I went to the Barn Party hosted by the Utah Heritage Foundation. It’s never entirely clear why or how I end up at these kinds of things, but I do know that if it weren’t for my former employer, I wouldn’t have access to some of the most exclusive open-bars in Salt Lake City. And by exclusive I mean anything at the State Fair Grounds.

I was really excited to go this event because it’s been awhile since SML and I have gone out on the weekend. If I remember correctly, the Friday before last we actually did our laundry and then complained how exhausted we were the next morning because we had stayed up past ten o’clock.

Before we left for the Barn Party we tried to dress as cowboy-ish as possible by wearing anything plaid or brown. For whatever reason, I associate the color brown with the west and asthma-inducing things like horses or cow-pies. When I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, it wasn’t a cowboy. It was somebody who stays INSIDE, like a telephone operator or a movie critic.

As SML and I were getting ready, I got upset trying to decide whether or not to tuck in my shirt. Every time I tucked in I felt self-conscious that someone would mistake me for a pregnant woman or ask how I had managed to grow a goiter on my belly. I decided to tuck-out my shirt and consequently felt considerably underdressed at the party and resolved that feeling by drinking many Mexican Martinis.

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