Very bad? That’s being kind

If I could press the reset button on today (now technically yesterday), I would do it gladly. This will go down as one of my worst days in recent memory. Really, really crummy day.

I didn’t get going until it was almost too late. I didn’t fully wake up until almost 11, and I had to hurry to get my stuff for the Russell County News done by 1 so I could get out of the Overland Park Marriott and to Buffalo Wild Wings at a decent hour.

If I knew what was about to hit me, I would have stayed in that hotel room and gone back to sleep. But I rode the elevator down to the lobby, got in my car, stopped at 7-11 on Metcalf, and then made the journey to the usual landing spot.

It went pretty well for quite some time, although I was worried Lisa would not be working tonight, since I didn’t see her on the original seating chart. However, Braidey told me on Facebook she switched out with Brittany Mathenia-Tucker, so she would be there at 5.

Trivia gave me some problems from 7 to 7:30. I was battling some know-it-all who was playing with his wife and daughter. It not only made me feel dumb, but it reminded me I must be a real bastard since I’m all alone all the time, and I see all sorts of happy couples, groups of couples and families come in time after time after time.

The know-it-all left with his family at 7:30, so trivia was smooth sailing until late, when a couple of drunks came in and teamed up to beat me at The Late Shift. That angers me more than anything playing Buzztime Trivia–it’s not the regulars like Rondo, who are honest, but guests who hide behind the fake handles and play once or twice in their life.

Liz popped in just after 7 and told me she was going to Dave and Buster’s. That’s what sent me into my depression. I don’t blame Liz for any of it, but it just reminded me of how damned lonely I am, and when I leave Buffalo Wild Wings, I truly have NOTHING. Everyone in Russell and the surrounding towns are married with multiple kids before 30, and certainly nobody from eastern Kansas is going to want to go to the prairie, or even meet me halfway…where would you meet? Junction City? Abilene?

Well, time for me to go back to the hotel. Don’t know what the hell I am doing the rest of today.

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 August 14, 2014, in Personal and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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