The private club memberships went away at midnight MDT, and with them went my last chance to become a "member" under this unusual law.
In the end, I kinda wanted to get a private membership. Yes, it's weird that I would want to get a private membership for the sake of getting one. Did I ever mention to you that I wanted to visit a Quizno's in Seattle?
Don't get me wrong, being a member of a private club in Utah was probably less cool than becoming a member of the National Geographic Society or Consumers Union, or wearing a Members Only jacket. It never came up when I was growing up (because I was obviously a minor). I've only been back a few times since turning 21.
When I visited Salt Lake City in July 2008, I thought I might need to buy a membership when tagging along with a friend who now lives in the city. Alas, the opportunity never came up in three chances.
- An evening concert in the park had a beer garden. They checked ID, but there was no membership requirement.
- On a separate day, we went to a brewery in Trolley Square. No membership was needed -- apparently breweries could sell their wares without them.
- The last chance came when we went to get brunch on a Sunday. It's a nice restaurant with a bar area. Surely, I would need to pay for a membership here. No dice, my friend knew a member on staff and we were admitted as guests.
These changes only address clubs. If you wanted to buy a six-pack of Sierra Nevada Pale Ale to enjoy in the comfort of your home, you still need to go to a state liquor store.
Photo: The photo behind the "Lost Spike" at the California State Railroad Museum shows the completion of the Transcontinental Railroad at Promontory Summit, Utah in 1869. Here's a better look. I saw the workers holding up champagne and was intrigued that alcohol was used to commemorate this landmark event that happened in Utah.

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