Not the average hump day

I spent over 10 hours at Buffalo Wild Wings yesterday. I was just having too much fun. I felt bad for leaving Stephanie Suggs early–she was bartending and was there until close at 1 a.m.–but I had things to do this morning, which I got done. 

Lisa Toebben came yesterday for two hours. She brought adorable Liam, her six week old baby boy. He is going to look like his father, Jeff Daniels. I’m sure that if Lisa has a daughter, she will look like her. 

Lisa and I discussed all of the people who have departed Buffalo Wild Wings since I started going there in May 2013, and since she was working from the start of 2014 thorugh June 2015. I miss Liz and Lisa more than anyone, but there are many more. Now Tori Webber left to take a job at a restaurant in Overland Park. I know time marches on, and restaurant jobs like these are not forever. 

It was the same way at Ivar’s, my hangout in Baton Rouge. Over the nine years I went there, I saw so many different faces. I got attached to a few, especially Camille and Shawn, but I knew the march of time would change the faces. 

Robb and Dawn Amos showed up at 4 and stayed for a couple of hours. Great time as always. I wish I could see them more often. Right now, I’d have to say they’re my two closest adult friends. 

I actually found two king cakes at Hy-Vee Monday night. I bought them both. One I kept in my hotel room, and the other I brought to Buffalo Wild Wings. That was a good move.

Stephanie LOVED the king cake. I also gave pieces to Robb and Dawn, Shannon Swanson and Alex Mullinax, who showed up later in the evening. When I told Stephanie that they make king cakes filled with fruit and cream cheese, she was so excited. I have to order one for March or April. 

Since today is Ash Wednesday, I cannot eat wings at Buffalo Wild Wings. I will manage. I’m not a big religious person, but I believe Catholics today have it too easy. My mother could not eat meat on Fridays any time of the year when she grew up. My father and grandfather were Lutheran, but my father’s stepmother was Catholic, and she always fixed pancakes on Fridays. I wouldn’t mind going back to no meat on all Fridays. Then again, I was glad you can now eat meat on non-Lenten Fridays. It made some of those SEC baseball trips a little easier, although there were many tough times for the March and early April trips. Try finding good seafood in Mississippi or Alabama. Not happening unless you can eat fried catfish all the time. 

Time to play Buzztime Coutndown. The fun begins.

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 February 10, 2016, in Personal and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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