An Eventful Weekend

So the weekend started off with me going to class… Only I didn’t have class. Lame.  So turned out I had the weekend off so I wandered around town before deciding to head to the Mizzou Football Tailgate.

As with any home game, downtown Columbia was buzzing with out of towners.  Who knew all of those Nebraska fans would help cause the upset?  You’d think that with all the extra people would come more conscious parking jobs.  Nope.  As per usual, people park wherever they want, like total asses.  This would never fly back in San Francisco, you’d get towed if you parked like this.


This guy ended up blocking two parking spots.  Argh, I can’t stand these people. And as someone who lives downtown, I think I have every right to bitch and moan haha.  I guess he was trying to park his car align with the bike that was already there.

I had and still have never tailgated, I was mearly an observer.


It really wasn’t for me.  Maybe I just needed a few beers.  Yeah, I bet a little booze would fix all that.  There is nothing stopping the crazy Republicans and “patriotic” types though…

The flags were pretty though!


Then there was…  Well I don’t really remember.  Weird.  Oh yeah.  Went to Karen‘s to watch the game, fun time!  Great food and people, plus Micheal joined me and helped me polish off a fabulous bottle of Francis Coppola Diamond Claret 2005.  Ahhhhmazing.



So let’s skip to Sunday. Started out with brunch with the Finer Things Club and ended with a trip to Cooper’s Landing where we enjoyed live music, interesting people and surprisingly good thai food.



(looney tunes?  really?)


Loved the no dogs signs all over the place.  Interestingly enough, we saw at least three or four dogs running around the place.


Ryan and I went home… actually were sitting down for the night at around 7:00… that’s insanity!  We made a chocolate peanut better pie (really small but very rich), watched some TV and then headed to bed.  Wow, how old are we?!

Awesome weekend, thanks greatly in part to Karen!  Way to go girl.

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There’s Custard in the Icebox

Micheal, Maximilien, Ryan and I took a detour from our day of detours (you know, the day I should have been preparing for my trip) and went to the south side of town for some Andy’s Custard and a trip to The Devil’s Icebox to burn off at least a little of what we would consume at Andy’s.

The custard was delicious.  The cold chill of our tasty delight was a welcome to the hot and humid air choking us every moment outside.  It almost made up for it.  Almost.

After we devoured our custard we drove down to The Devil’s Icebox.  It was so beautiful and, while hot, bearable the closer we got the caves. Icy cool breezes juxtaposed to the heavy air around us were a welcomed feature of the steps leading down towards the darkness of the cave.

Once there a chill surrounded us, wrapped us in its long, thin arms.  WIth the sun setting and since we had no flash lights or anything more than flip flops on, we were forced to turn around and head back to the sultry environment above.

For some reason, probably because Micheal and Ryan are little boys at heart, we ran back to the car slowing only when our feet met the slimy, wet slate steps to the bridge.

We drove a little further down the road before we headed back to town, meeting around a dozen, or more, little bunnies, as we drove.

It was a fun night, and even though I should have been gathering, packing and running errands, it was worth it.

P.S., waiting on pics from Micheal 😉

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