Barbecue? I’ll pass

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.

About David

I am a sportswriter for a group of weekly newspapers in small towns across northern Kansas. I grew up in New Orleans, went to college at LSU and wandered in the wilderness until Hurricane Katrina finally put me on the path to my current job.

Posted on July 4, 2014, in Personal. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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