The nights of April 30 and May 1, 2003 hit us with the harsh reality that in a few days we would become homeless and relatively friendless. So our last nights in town we had to live it up with the gang. We got gussied up to go 80s dancing at Area 51 and spent most of the next night holed up in our house with good friends. Crazyhouse gave us an appropriate send off and we reciprocated with two nights of sleepless merriment. The following is a photo essay of our last nights in Salt Lake City.
