Wednesday was not the worst…but almost 

I wish I were in Russell tonight, watching Cailtyn play basketball.  

But I’m not.

Instead, I’m in Kansas City, where I’ve been since 11:50 p.m. Monday. My third full day is about to end. 

Day one was great, getting to see Robb and Dawn and then going to Minsky’s Pizza later. 

Day two was horrendous. Really, really bad. Not one of my better Ash Wednesdays. 

A group of people sat in the dining room at Buffalo Wild Wings and kept playing music on the jukebox ahead of mine. i had never experienced it like that. More often than not, I’m the one playing the jukebox, at least when there isn’t audio from a sporting event on. I’m not playing it constantly, because that would be cost prohibitive, but 98 percent of the time, my music will play right away. 

Yesterday, these people, who had been there long before I arrived at 1:30, were sitting back there playing song after song after song after song, cutting in front of mine. 

I was starting to get very angry. I was sick of hearing the Randy Rogers Band, Keith Whitley and some other country act whose name I can’t recall right now. Some of the songs were played two, three times. 

I wanted to play Michael Jackson for Tori and her parents, but I couldn’t get it on because these people kept playing their songs right away.

This is the first time this has ever happened at Buffalo Wild Wings. Usually people will just queue their music and wait until mine is done. These people had a wild burr up their asses they needed to hear their music right away. 

One of the people in this group looked like the lead singer from House of Pain–redhead, beard, heavily tattooed. His pal started looking at me like I must have been retarded. I screamed JERK at him so loud everyone could hear. 

Oh boy. The only good news is I didn’t scream something I can’t repeat. 

I was ready to leave right away. Instead, I went out to the patio, even though it was chilly–made even worse by the lack of sunlight and a stiff wind–but I lasted two hours. 

I eventually went back inside for another two and a half hours then left at nine. I didn’t eat anything there, instead choosing to get Outback to go.

It got much worse when I got back to the hotel. 

My computer was turned off when I woke up in the middle of the night. I didn’t turn it off. I tried rebooting it, but it shut down after I logged into Windows. It did it two more times. 

OH F**K. 

The last thing I need is my laptop crashing on me. The last thing. 

I had to reset Windows. I lost a ton of old e-mail and all of my software was wiped off the computer, but my files were saved. It hasn’t gone down yet, but before I left the hotel this afternoon, I shut the computer down. I ran it on battery then charged it while I was gone. 

It’s been another split day between Buffalo Wild Wings and Minsky’s. I’m leaving Minsky’s in a few minutes to go back to the hotel. I’m beat. 

About David

Louisiana native living in Kansas. New Orleans born, LSU graduate. I have Asperger’s Syndrome, one toe less than most humans, addictions to The Brady Bunch, Lifetime movies, Bluey, most sports, food and trivia. Big fan of Milwaukee Bucks, Milwaukee Brewers, New Orleans Saints, Montreal Canadiens. Was a big fan of Quebec Nordiques until they moved to Denver. My only celebrity crush is NFL official Sarah Thomas. I strongly dislike LSU fans who think Alabama is its biggest rival, warm weather, steaks cooked more than rare, hot dogs with ketchup, restaurants without online ordering, ranch dressing, Donald Trump, Bernie Sanders, LeBron James, Michael Jordan, Tom Brady, Alex Ovechkin, Barry Bonds, Putin, his lover in Belarus, North Korean dictators, Venezuelan dictators, all NHL teams in the south (especially the Lightning and Panthers), Brooklyn Nets and Major League Soccer.

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