Utah Liquor

7:20pm--Salt Lake City, UT
Buying alcohol here is funny. Dominic drove me to the STATE LIQUOR STORE. When he parked and stayed sitting, it hit me that he wouldn't be able to step foot in the store. When I walked in, I felt like I was in a smaller, scaled down version of Beverages & More. Prices were around the same, maybe a dollor or two more. Now we're back at the apartment and our first drink of Vanilla Coke with Malibu Rum is being sipped. I'm a little more than half finished. Michael Jackson's "Billy Jean" has cycled on the MP3 player. Dominic is cleaning the kitchen. He's done now.

24 hours here and I'm still assessing myself in this foreign surrounding. I'm comfortable but not comforted. I'm glad I came, but unsure if fantasy and reality were meant to mix. Guess there's no room for thinking about it now. It's done. Dominic's roommate just came home so this deep lack of eyes is no longer something I'm writing about. Later tonight---drinner & dancing.