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Published: September 21st 2006
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Limosuines at Overland Park
My goodness!!!! Who the hell can afford such cars! Once again, my famous sleep in is back and I’m only rolling out of bed at 10.30am. My cell phone has run out of credit while speaking to Toni trying to organise the third Western Union Money Transfer. It just so happens that Ginny has Western Union at her work so I’m going to make her go in on a day off. How sweet am I!
It’s slightly overcast today and a sprinkle of rain hits as I wait in the ‘Red Light’ parking lot. No sign of the Big Black Pick Up (Ladies) Truck, either. It’s not a bad area where I am staying to be honest. I’m in Overland Park, Kansas City. Very nice houses and very affluent people here.
Ginny has good timing because when she pulls up it starts raining a little harder. I’m taken on a tour of some residential estates and this is where a lot of famous people and sports stars live. There’s a lady walking an Afghan hound that looks like it’s come straight from a judging competition. Ginny wants to take a photo of it and the dog poses. First prize right here.
I tell Gin the significance
Hummers
When you see a hummer in Australia you turn your head...here in the states you only have to blink before you see an other one! of crossing state borders but for her it is no big thing since she does it every day. It’s different for me, especially when you have a country that has 5 mainland states compared to 48, as well as the USA being slightly larger when it comes to square miles. Nope, I don’t live near any state borders. The state border between Kansas and Missouri has origins I’m unsure of, but at the moment we’re driving along State Line Road, which is the actual border between Kansas and Missouri. It pleases my inner nerd and is much better than the experience I had while entering Illinois.
The ‘plaza’ isn’t too far away. It’s known in full as the Country Club Plaza and has a country club atmosphere to it - very posh. I think all the rich people come and shop here. The place looks like an expensively tiled bathroom, because the shops, the roads and even the people look like the expensive tiles all over.
Ginny took me to the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, which had these huge arse shuttlecocks lying around the front. It’s not so contemporary inside. There are Egyptian relics, European Stained Glass, art
KC Fountain
Kansas City is also known as the "Fountain City" from the Renaissance period and a handful of modern paintings. There were some great sculptures, preserved 19th C rooms and a massive statue of Buddha.
After we finish, Gin takes on a bit of a grand tour! We were heading back to the plaza but somehow we took many a turn and we’re now headed for downtown. Gin blames it on all the one-way streets that are in KC and today they are all against us. Water pours from the sky even harder so it’s making driving a little harder. Eventually, we find the plaza and we go to have lunch at George Brett’s, who is a retired baseball player now making a living via this restaurant. We order a pizza and I now think that the people of KC love their pizzas with flat bread. The pizza is nothing short of amazing and nothing compares to ‘Pizza Slut’ or ‘Taco Hell’, Ginny’s nicknames for the two food chains.
The weather clears as we leave and head back to Ginny’s for a bit, as she has to drop a Reuben sandwich off to Hubby before heading over to Gin’s work for another Western Union Money Transfer. It’s amazing
State Line Road
*inner nerd alert* where she works and how the whole system works out, in the fact that they offer loans at high interest, somewhere in the vicinity of 450% interest! The shop is empty at the moment but Gin tells me tomorrow they will be busy, just before the weekend. Her workmates are awesome. They wonder what I am doing here from Oz. But I won’t be here for too much longer as I have to fly out tomorrow.
So to say that I would be farewelled with a huge night out was clearly an understatement as the first bar that Jeff, his friend Jason and I went to was a bit of a dive. Jason was telling me that this bar was the place to be as they had a huge screen for watching the game and the DJ would get the place pumping on Friday and Saturday nights. Instead, it was a mission just to find anyone else in this bar. There only were two girls innocuously flirting with a businessman, the bar manager who was an older lady, her offsider and an older gentleman, who seemed to be sitting on his regular stool.
Jason bought a jug of
Some random church
Gin told me a story of one night when she was driving past with a friend when BAM! the roof flew off in high winds! Bud that tasted horrible and it is going to be a hard mission to finish since the beer is flat and I’m only drinking it fast so that we can go somewhere else. The guys promise me a great time at the Pepper Mill Inn, with regular glassings and fist fights. Just what I wanted on my Midwestern adventure! When we get there, there was more flat beer, the two flirting girls as well as a really drunk girl who flashed her tits for bar service. It showed that RSA (Responsible Service of Alcohol) really didn’t matter here in the USA, whether it was 20 beers at once or girls so drunk they’d fall over trying to get to the cash machine. And then I got barred because they made the last call and I wasn’t even drunk!
We left just as Jeff called out ‘Hello ma’am’ to a tall blonde standing at the bar, only for her/he/it to reply, “excuse me, I’m no ma’am”. Sorry, mate! Jason lived by Overland Park so he offered to drop me off and told me he’d look me up if he ever came to Australia. Hopefully I could find a bar that
Down to "The Plaza"
this place reeked of richness... had something similar to the atmosphere of the Pepper Mill Inn - only if he felt like getting beaten up by huge breasted drunken trannies.
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