Friday, June 18th

With our Grace turning 28, and the newly anointed Federal Holiday, Juneteenth, the Good Humans were due for a night out of fun. Some of the group started the night with a REAL Salt Lake soccer game, while others met at the Bourbon House for dinner, drinks, and to watch the Jazz blow a 26-point lead to get eliminated from the playoffs. Usually a late-night spot for dancing and karaoke, the humans found some winning items on the menu at Bourbon including the Prime Rib Dip, Hummus Board, and Niman Ranch Burger. Drinks that went down included a bottle of Pinot Grigio, a variety of spirit-sodas, and extra dirty martinis. 

After dinner, the Bourbon House humans then made their way to Campfire where the rest of the group was. When a good portion of the humans arrived, spliffs and rollies were lit while everyone congregated on Campfire's patio for hours, relishing in the opportunity to catch up after a busy start to the post-pandemic summer. It was then suggested that the humans migrate to the Red Res, home to Robert, Erica, and Phil, for cheaper drinks and control over the music selection. 

Since the Red Res is less than 2 blocks from Campfire, most of the group elected to walk back. That was until Cole, pulling up on 800 E, exited his moving vehicle and began ghost-riding the whip. Camille, who's in town for less than 24 hours, needed no invitation and danced up onto the hood of the Lexus. Almost immediately, the rest of the humans jumped onto Cole's driverless car while we slowly swerved in-between curbsides blaring Sickick and probably waking up the neighbors. 

At the Red Res, limited amounts of vodka, tequila, and liquor held us over until Ryan rallied for a massive beer run at 1:00 AM, coming back to the house with enough seltzer and beer to ensure any thirsty attendee wouldn't remain that way.