Just walk on by

I just got back from KCMo. I am happy to say that I won’t be returning until October at the earliest. I mean, I like/love Kansas City just fine, but I’m tired of driving. And I’m tired of sleeping on couches. Plus, it’d be fun to have my KC friends to Topeka more often. I can do things here (like cook sushi) that I can’t do as easily there. It was also a really fantastic overnight in KC, so I can’t really regret anything about it.

In what TV Guide would call Late Thursday/Friday, I terrified my mom by passing out at Mle’s without letting her know where I would be. Oops. This is the horror of 100 proof alcohol — I forget exactly what the implications of my drinking it are. So I’m sticking with Hot Damn without jumping to Hot Damn 100. And even then, I am staying away from that for a while as well. So I wake up at 10 to a panicked mom who doesn’t know where to find her daughter and is convinced I’m having car trouble again. Yikes. I felt really bad about it. She called and woke up Joe at around 7 too…. so he was worried. And they tried to call Brandon who tried Jotto and everyone was pretty worried. Jotto got around to making sure I was alive at about 1 p.m. That’s what I like most about Jotto. No sense worrying unless there is a chance the funeral will be that day. And Jotto knows I can take care of myself. I suppose. Not that other people doubt this superhero-like ability of mine.

After waking up (luckily just on time!) I drove home and got ready to go to KC. I had time to take my hair out of it’s awesome little braids, but I didn’t have time to wash it after that. I considered this to be an unfortunate side effect of the results of my evening and just let it go. I showed up in KC just on time and Joe and I ended up eating at McCormick and Schmitts where the service was terrible and the Gazpacho left too much to be desired. It has me hungry for real gazpacho (decent tasting that is) now though. Hopefully I’ll get on that and make me some delicious gazpacho.

I hung out with Roger during the afternoon after going shopping on the plaza. (I renewed my AppleCare!) Roger and I went to Hobby Lobby so I could make a snake suit. Roger’s family has to think I’m crazy (they are correct, I admit) because I always make weird projects when I’m at their house. Last time, it was wrapping a hose/american flag using two gift bags and some tissue paper. This time, it was creating a full-body snake costume. It was fantastic!

Roger and I met Joe at his office. Joe gets weird when we go into the Polsinelli building because we’re so likely to cause a scene. SO LIKELY. This time, we wanted to wait till Security asked what we were up to and then we were going to respond “WE DON’T HAVE AN APPOINTMENT!” and run for the elevator where we would go upstairs. It was gonna be awesome. But, alas, we forgot our guns so we just waited in the lobby till we got tired of standing and then we sat in the entryway (The pre-lobby, if you will, and we won’t.). We realized then that you’re not even allowed to bring guns into the Polsinelli building and discussed better ways to advertise that. Roger suggested a sign that said “NO Second Ammendment Rights” or perhaps a picture of a piece of paper that said “2nd Ammendment” on it and then a big circle with a slash through it. Like how they do no smoking. My favorite one that I thought up was a huge rug in the entryway that read: “Please leave yr second ammendment rights at the door.” Wouldn’t that be great? I also said that if buildings are going to unreasonably request that I leave my gun outside the building, they should provide a gun check. The biggest problem with this, obviously, would be staffing it. And how weird the guns people may hide on their person could be. It could make for an awkward situation involving a gun.

“Yeah, this shotgun is sawed off. It fits better in my tote bag that way. What of it?” Then BAM BAM BAM. Awesome.

When we had collected Joe, we went and gave some cake/pie to these transient teenagers because one of them had a Chelsea and oh-my-my there’s nothing hotter than a 19-year-old vagrant asking for your pie outside of the plaza B&N. Except maybe Natalie Portman. With the same haircut. We also went and ate sushi (tom, roger, joe and I). It was good but they were out of Tamago and I was very sad about that. Very. Very. Sad.

Then, we saw Snakes on a Plane. (this was where my snake costume came into the picture). It was the best movie I’ve ever seen. We snuck cheap alcohol into the Parkway theater in Sonic cups. I wanted to get Mad Dog (as was evident by my ceaseless yelling of “MAD DOG!” from the backseat with Tom) but we were disturbed to find that the HyVee liquor store does not keep Mad Dog chilled. So I opted for a PBR instead. This alcohol may have contributed to the movies succes. Although, we were so excited about the movie I don’t know if anything could’ve ruined it. Aside from perhaps the movie taking itself more seriously than we did. Before the movie… I kept yelling “beat that pussy up!” from that Ying Yang girls sign. And Joe pushed me down Suicide Hill in my snake suit. It was awesome. The best time of life. The good part about the movie also was that everyone in the theater felt the same way as we did about the movie. We laughed together. We cheered together. It was amazing movie bonding.

I’m pretty excited about school starting. In my own way.

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