I got up yesterday at the customary hour, caught up on my internet stirrings, showered, shaved, got dressed, and got out the door and started driving to Waldo at about 11:30. I did my every-three-months ritual of dropping off the car at the Goodyear on Wornall, and walked over to the old-man barbershop that I love so much, to get my haircut. While I was there, I convinced my barber to vote against giving the Royals and the Chiefs a billion dollars in the upcoming election. It was very satisfying.
After the haircut, I walked across the street to Chipotle and got a burrito and ate it in leisure. I sat by the window and watched the considerable crowds go by. There are a lot of young attractive women in Waldo, pushing strollers. It's unfortunate. Lots of stay-at-home moms, years younger than I am, passed my window, and I scoffed at the shame of such attractive women settling down at such a young age, basically missing out on their 20s, and eliminating my chance to ogle them without guilt.
This weekend, and for the first half of next week, I will be helping Julia move from Cleveland to Boston. Unfortunately that means that I will miss Opening Day at Kauffman Stadium, and my chance to vote down the terrible ballot questions. So, I looked online to see about absentee voting. Geoff will also be out of town on the 4th, and, being a sucker for antiquity, with a pen and paper, he wrote the county board of elections about the matter, and never heard back. I didn't want the same experience. The website I looked at told me that I would need to go to the square in Independence to vote absentee.
So, I finished my lunch, and I walked back over to the Goodyear, where my car was ready. I went all the way down to I-435, and followed that all the way to I-70, and took that all the way to Noland, which I followed all the way to the square. It was about a half hour drive, all told, mostly going over 70 MPH. I parked, and walked up to the board of elections building, where I was helped by a patrol of blue-haired old ladies, who eventually determined that I needed to vote at a place within walking distance of my apartment.
Resisting the urge to swear and throw loose objects, I informed them that the website told me to go to Independence, so they need to have that changed. I then drove all the way back downtown, found the building they told me about, and punched in both of my No votes. Happy to finally be done with it, I saw that I had put 47 miles on the car. I hate how spread out this town is.
That evening, I met Mary, an old friend from college with whom I recently connected on MySpace, down at Tomfooleries on the Plaza, for a drink or two. She just moved to KC a couple of weeks ago. We relocated to O'Dowd's for spinach dip and potato skins, along with a delicious Irish ale made by 75th St. Brewery. While there, we talked with a couple of Aussies that had just flown into town and were looking for something to do. I directed them to Harling's for Big Band night.
Mary dropped me off at the bus stop, and informed me that I would be her guide in Kansas City for a while. I accepted, but I might not know what I'm getting myself into. We'll see.
2:51 PM, Mar 30, 2006
why are you so against the ballot initiative John?
And Alex, its a mary that i have made out with.
3:04 PM, Mar 31, 2006
Whatever! It's a bad deal. Beer has nothing to do with tghias.
12:43 AM, Apr 1, 2006