Hard over the hump
God yesterday and the early hours of this morning were crazy. Crazy I tell you.
It rained in Kansas City starting at 6 p.m., and it did not stop until 3 a.m. It was still raining lightly when I left Buffalo Wild Wings at 1:20. It rained HARD from 6 p.m. until just after midnight. The station at Kansas City International Airport reported 3.47 inches.
Meanwhile, back home in Russell, nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Anyone who thinks Russell is in a so-called “humid continental” climate zone is only fooling themselves. It’s semi-arid, although arid would be more appropriate right now.
As for Buffalo Wild Wings, it was a roller coaster ride. It started very well when I got there at 3. Trivia was going very well, even though I was talking with Samantha and missed a question, and I enjoyed Ashley taking care of me at my table.
I moved to the bar side at 5:30 so Lisa could take care of my needs. I probably should have stayed at my regular table, but my butt and my back were probably glad I changed to the other side. Nothing really happened until Buzztime’s SIX began at 7 p.m.
The first question was an indication it was going to be a brutal game. For the first time ever, I got it wrong. It was an ambiguous question about which gangster was “seeing red” after being shot in Chicago in 1934. I, like most everyone else, thought it was Al Capone, natural given he ran his empire from the Windy City. Nope, it was John Dillinger.
In the second round, the first sports question was an arcane query about which nations have won a certain number of Tour de France titles. I was pissed. REALLY PISSED. Another question about Russian literature really angered me too.
To make things worse, there was a group of five people sharing answers, and they were also awfully rude to LIsa. Fortunately for me, I began to hit my stride and I won by a very comfortable margin, although I was stlll well below my average.
Unfortunately, there was another group who was rude to LIsa, three women and two men sitting to my right. The men were terrible; they bitched at Chad about Lisa not going to their table for a long time–it was not that long–and complaining generally about anything they could. The two men did not tip a dime, although one lady did give Lisa $5 on an $18 check.
I played trivia all the way through to closing, and actually I got a round in after closing. My brain is fried.
I lost my right contact this morning. It fell out, and when I tried to put it in, it fell to the floor. Good thing I always carry backup lenses, so I popped in a fresh one. I’ll change the left eye when I check in at the Overland Park Marriott.
Okay, time to go.