I’ve decided to pass on my parents’ barbecue. I just can’t go home right now and face them. I’m still way too depressed to do so. Besides, I’d much rather eat one of my pastrami or turkey sandwiches when I get home. I am not that big on barbecue; in fact, I haven’t visited a Kansas City barbecue joint in two years, and Kansas City is the barbecue capital of the United States.
Now comes the other part of the equation: do I go to Buffalo Wild Wings today? And do I stay in Kansas City today? It’s conceivable I could check out, go to Buffalo Wild Wings and drive home tonight. I’m so used to driving at night on two-lane highways coming home from tiny towns covering events, so driving on the Interstate should be a breeze. Besides, I can sleep all day tomorrow and all day Sunday if I wish, because I’m going back Monday to see myself with the high score for Buzztime’s The Pulse from last week.
Right now, the last place I want to be is Russell with my parents. I guess I don’t have much of a choice, though. I’ll try to delay it as much as humanly possible.
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