Welcome [back] to KC

So I'm back in KC once again... fun town. Well, at least I hear it can be fun. I feel like a hebrew slave working in the salt mines, but what else is new.

So I fly in today; as usual, drive straight to the office. The place is a bunker... I get no calls, so what diversions I could have had, I get nothing. Anyway, at least on the bright side, the customers here are great. Really nice people... get the principals fairly quickly, and don't complain much.

Anyway, so the hotel that I stay at is now non-smoking, which is non-good. Now I can't really order food, and beer and sit in the room and work. A shame really, because at that rate, I limit myself to a six pack a night... well, I don't limit myself, but I just don't usually drink much more than that. Well, now it's no smoking.... so I have to go out and drink... errrr.... smoke elsewhere.

So I ask the girl at the door where the nearest bar is. What I really ask is "Where can I get some beer, smoke, watch football, and eat. In that order." She has no clue; she sends me to outback steakhouse; I am not pleased. so being a seasoned traveler, I drive West; why is that? because I've read classics like the Great Gatsby, and Grapes of Wrath. (It is also the way to Outback as a last resort). I see Miller signs in tinted windows, which tells me it's a watering hole. I am excited, as the football game starts in 2 minutes.

I walk in, and almost shit myself. There's mitalica, or mega deth, or some other crazy shit on the jukebox... and nascar on all the TVs. No, I am not kidding. The clients are also perfect for this place. I talk the bartender into switching a TV to Monday Night Football, although reluctant, it happens. So I sit in here... and it is obvious that I should post an entry.

- First a few hicks are arguing NASCAR. They are adamant that the government is trying to screw them, because "the race" is on Speed Network, and not something they have at home... then they argue about Dale Earnhard... Sr. and Jr... They look at me, and I knowingly nod. I think they like me.

- Same pair of gys, about 15 minutes later, WASTED! sitting at the bar close to me. They are comparing child support stories... how one went to jail for 4 months for not paying... because the governement screwed him... instead of putting the money toward one kid they split it between the two. "Those bastards won't let me pay one off before paying for the other?" Yes, this is what they were talking about. He was also pissed because he had to fix the bitch's car... and she wouldn't let him take it home.. and he didn't have the tools he needed over there... so he had to drive 30 miles home to get them, and 30 miles back.

- On the bright side it's .50c taco night. I asked how many I should get, the waitress says 6. I order 8, cause I'm a big roller! They were edible, but I think the shit will run soon.

- So then one of the said drunks with child support leave, and the other felt obligated to come and talk to me... ask what I was doing on that them there computer... he has one you know, but it's still in the box. LMAO

- Two bitches at the bar talking... yelling at the top of their lungs at each other. One says to the other "BITCH!, Don't pretend you didn't know we were going to get wasted tonight!!! IT'S FUCKING MONDAY!" I would like to say more, but if I look at them one more time, I would throw up.

- Now this old man walks in with some nasty ass trailer park trash. She says she didn't want to come here. She wanted to go somewhere and "smooch and talk and poke" the guy... yeah nice!

- She also informed me that her son is on the computer all night... and he needs to get out more.

- It got better as the night kept going. I was later challenged to a little race of who can outrun the cops.

The 80s are not dead... I am a witness. In reality I guess it is sad that I'm at a bar on a computer, but jeeez, it's just too good to pass up.

I love this country!