they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

the whole story.

saturday night, b and i ventured down to 18th and vine for a little culture. it wasn't hard to find.

for dinner, we ended up at kansas city blues and juke house. have you been there? it's a jazz club with a small menu and lots of men in fancy suits and hats at the bar - harold penner style. we sat outside because it was a nice night and ate craw fish, gumbo and baby back ribs on the patio.while we were figuring out if we wanted to suck the craw fish heads or not, one of the waiters went out to his buick, rolled down the windows, opened the doors and began bumping this R&B song. loud. he told the women sitting at the table next to us that the voice on the CD was him and that he, "needed publicity." this publicity went on for most of our dinner. so we had dinner music.

next, we went to the blue room for a random concert. it was the first time either of us had been in the presence of a jazz flautist. she was really good and we were really under-dressed. after an hour of jazz and doodling on b's new iPhone, we were ready to go. i was finishing my wine when b said, "i'll give you 100 bucks if you go out that emergency door." i thought about it and then replied, "i'll do it for $500." he said okay. and how could i not pass that up?

i almost did though. i walked with b to the front of the club when he turned to me and said, "see you out there." that was the little push i needed. i turned around and wasn't going to stop walking until i was out the emergency door. i walked right by the line of people heading out the front door with nothing but my mind on the money and the money on my mind. the alarm wasn't even that loud.

so now, i have $500 off of the ticket to hawaii i just bought yesterday and these iPhone doodles.


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