We have friends in town so we are playing tourist in our hometown.
We took them to Park City to show off, our only viable option to make Utah have cool-kid street cred.
We stopped in at Wasatch Brewing Company to prove that Utahns are hipper than their liquor laws imply.
I had a sufficiently light beer for new beer drinking inductees.
And we took home a draft growler because 64 ounces of Utah brew is an excellent way to celebrate Easter.
The people who lived in our house before us may have made some questionable choices over the years, like the boneyard situation, but they did one thing right: mint. Thanks to their foresight, I have enough to get through the mint apocalypse.
Something good is in here, I am sure of it.
Wait wait . . .
Yep! Knew it!
I feel like this sign should be tattooed on most people’s foreheads. But then, the message would be superfluous. Whoa man, I just took it real deep.