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Barbecue, Baseball, Blues, and…….Badminton? (ah…we must be in the Midwest)

Long, long ago I spent a brief portion of my life in the Midwest;  Kansas City, Missouri, to be exact.  It was my first move away from Arizona, which resulted in a whole slew of homesickness-related issues (let’s just say that Kleenex had a stellar year).  And as I left, exactly 14 months after arriving, I swore that I would never return, never, ever, ever again.

Never.

Fast forward 20 years.  

When Nick and I discussed where would spend our third anniversary, we decided use the trip to continue our Baseball Stadium Tour tradition of the past two years (Seattle last year, Denver the year before).  We’ve visited all the stadiums in the west, so that meant Texas or the Midwest was next.  Wait…the Midwest.  Didn’t I live there before?  How did I never go to a baseball game in Kansas City?  Oh, that’s right.  I was busy being miserable and homesick.  Well, what else did I miss out when I was there?  

It was time to find out.

Barbecue:

I know Kansas City is one of the top barbecue destinations in the US (if you don’t believe me check it out HERE).  But just how good needed to be tested….

kansas city barbecue
The Burnt Ends Sandwich at Joe’s BBQ (the original gas station location) – totally lives up to its hype. But get there early or its gone before you can lick the sauce off your fingertips!

and tried…

barbecue in kansas city
At Gates, it’s the Single, pork, original sauce…the only way to order it!

and evaluated….

kansas city barbecue
At Jack Stack’s, order Jack’s Best for one of the most tasty, finger-lickin’ bbq experiences you’ll ever have. Oh, and their carrot cake is TO DIE FOR!!!!!!!!!!!

several times before determining that yes, Kansas City has some of the best barbecue that I’ve ever had in my life (sorry, Texas).

Baseball:

 This year’s anniversary trip gave me not one but TWO baseball stadiums to add to my list.  The first, naturally, Kauffman Stadium.  And lucky me!  The Royals were taking on the Angels that day.

Kansas City baseball

Go Angels!!

Kansas City Royals

Also known as “The K”, Kauffman Stadium was opened back in 1973 and underwent a renovation back in 2009.  The two biggest eye-catchers in the stadium are easily the beautiful back-field water feature:

baseball in kansas city

 and their MASSIVE scoreboard:

kauffman stadium

The other stadium I managed to put a check-mark next to, was across the road a-ways in St. Louis; Busch Stadium!

Housed in beautiful red brick, the St. Louis Cardinals are one of the oldest National League teams (founded in 1882 as the St. Louis Brown Stockings) but with a new stadium that just opened in 2006.  The stadium sports a gorgeous view of the St. Louis skyline, is 4-tiers tall, and has an adjacent “Ballpark Village” area complete with food, museum, and rooftop viewing of the game. 

st louis, missouri

 

 

Interesting fact – the Cardinals are the first team in nearly 100 years to win a World Series Championship in the inaugural season of a new ballpark.

st louis baseball

 

The stadium is also built partially on the site of their old stadium.  “Ballpark Village” is built on the rest of the old site.

So there’s stadiums number 12 and 13 down.  Almost to the half-way mark!!

Blues….(and jazz)

In addition to barbecue, Kansas City is known for being one of the greatest jazz cities in the world.  As one website put it, “While New Orleans was the birthplace of jazz, America’s music grew up in Kansas City.”  And indeed, I learned too late of the great venues in KC where the booze and blues flow freely.  This time around, I made sure to check out as many as possible.

At the legendary, The Phoenix, we enjoyed Saturday Jazz Brunch….

jazz and blues in kansas city

We were steered towards The Majestic for their fabulous steakhouse fare, but struck gold when we found out that not only did it house a jazz club, it was downstairs in the building’s original speakeasy hideout!

jazz and steakhouse kansas city

Our last night in KC, we stumbled upon this nondescript looking door downtown that led to a luscious, red velvet, retro cocktail lounge.  Like stepping back in time, with no cover, doors open until 3am, and a jammin’ quartet in the middle of the room, The Green Lady Lounge easily made the top of the list and fulfilled all of my jazz and blues wishes…

(at least, until we get to New Orleans….but that’s a trip for another time)

A few other highlights:

Overall our visit to the midwest was wonderful.  Nick got to play with some new toys:

downtown kansas city

…and died of dysentery on the Oregon Trail

died of dysentery

I enjoyed one little “beer” in the lively Westport area of Kansas City….

kelly's bar westport

And saw where it came from in St. Louis….

beer in st louis

We drove past national landmarks:

arch st louis

and walked through local..

union station, kansas city

We also tried our hand at badminton….

But something tells me we tried playing with the wrong equipment.

Overall, these 5 days in Missouri more than made up for anything I feel I might have missed the first time around.  Although cleaner, kinder and slower-paced than what I’m used to in La-La Land, I’m still not sure that I’d ever move back there again.  

Probably never. 

But then again…I’ve learned my lesson about saying “never” now, haven’t I?

roadtrip fuel

Cheers!

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Is It Time For You To Make A Sober Decision? (Day 976)

I met a friend for lunch the other day.  Since it was a warm and almost spring-like day, we decided to enjoy the outdoor seating area and bask in the sun. 

Once seated, the server asked for our drink order.  My friend ordered a glass of white wine and I requested sparkling water; no different than the last time we were at lunch. Chatting and laughing when the drinks arrived, as soon as the server left my companion instantly grew quiet.  I waited.  She looked at both glasses on the table, then up at me and almost meekly asked, “how did you quit drinking?  Because I’ve tried and tried and I just can’t stop!”

My heart ached for my friend for a moment, because I knew the next words out of my mouth were not going to be what she wanted to hear.  I didn’t even know if she would really hear them.  The way she asked the question already spoke volumes about her relationship with alcohol.  She already knew she had a problem, and she wanted me to tell her there was an easy way out. 

“You just stop drinking.”

I waited for The Look.  The “I can’t do that” look.  Followed by the slightly shocked, “Oh, I could NEVER give up my glass of wine each night,” statement.  Words said with almost a touch of pity in them.  Pity that I can’t enjoy a cold beer, or a lovely cabernet sauvignon.  That there must be something wrong with me, because that’s just not the right answer.  There has to be an easier way!

There isn’t.

You have to be honest with yourself first, or nothing after this is going to matter.  If you’re not ready to quit, you won’t.  Because when you quit, you quit.  All together.  Cold turkey.  There are no cheat days,  no “only on weekends”.  There is just you making a decision – do you want to drink, or do you not. (did Yoda say that in a movie somewhere…???). 

Say this aloud, and I mean loudly: “I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH ALCOHOL, SO I NEED TO QUIT DRINKING.  I NEED TO QUIT DRINKING!!!”

Now, do you? 

If so, you start today.  TODAY!!! 

You get all the booze out of the house.  ALL OF IT (even that $150 bottle you brought home from Napa for that special occasion). 

You build your support system.  You tell your friends so they don’t hassle you (nor should they…what kind of friends are they really if they’re pushing you to do something you don’t want to….) and help hold you accountable.  If you’re a social media junky, post it online – “Day 1 of #soberlife” – you’d be surprised how many people will throw support and love your way.  Go online and find meetings – if you need them.  Join a book club.  Find a church.  Call me if you want!  What you don’t do is try to do this alone. 

And then, You.  Don’t.  Drink. 

You go do something after work that has nothing to do with drinking.  Go to Home Depot and plan out an herb garden, clean your house, do your laundry, see a movie, get coffee (I highly recommend decaf), go to a teahouse, go to the ocean, take a drive through the mountains, drive with the windows down and the music cranked.  Go anywhere where there is NO BOOZE!  Hours will pass, and eventually you will get tired and go to sleep.

Then you wake up the next morning, mark a #1 on your calendar.  Yes.  You mark your first day. 

sobriety calendar
my sobriety calendar (I also use it to track how often Domino goes to day care)

Get ready and proceed with the Day 2.  You go to work, you talk to friends, you check in on social media.  You stay away from “trigger” places, invite a friend over for movie and soda, take a pottery class, go for another drive, ensconce yourself in a “safe, alcohol-free zone”.   The next day you write a “2” on the calendar and proceed with day 3. 

You do this each and every day.  Don’t think about the next day – focus on the present.  DON’T think about the what-ifs, you just say “NO” and go without.  You take it day by day and tell yourself to focus on THAT DAY.  Don’t get wrapped up in thinking about not drinking tomorrow, next week, or next month.  If you worry about not drinking on vacation, or holidays, or when your family comes to visit, you’re just going to depress the crap out of yourself trying to look long term.  Choose to not drink today.  Each.  Day.

FOCUS.  ON.  YOU!

You are totally allowed to be selfish for these first few days.  These are tough days.  But you can do it! You have your support system – use them!

If you go out, order sparkling water (the effervescence mirrors champagne or beer).  Have coffee (decaf) with dessert instead of wine.  Don’t sit at the bar. Tell yourself how much classier you are ordering coffee or sparkling water instead of alcohol.  Think about celebrities or people you admire that don’t drink and realize you’re just as hot and mysterious.  Even MORE so!

I’ve tried and tried….

It is a hard, hard habit to break.  I know.  Trust me, I know.  I love(d) wine, Napa, wine dinners – I got married at a wine bar!  Meanwhile, I also love(d) beer.  I worked at a brewery; the smell of hops and yeast is like perfume to me.  Sampling seasonal beers was one of my favorite things to do!  I love(d) drinking with my friends…the laughing, the social aspect.  Warm Bailey’s and coffee on cold winter nights and ice cold beer at baseball games on warm summer days…I LOVED IT ALL!!!  But when my daily routine started looking like this:  8am -“not gonna drink today”….6pm-“well…just one glass of wine”…2-3 glasses later….8am-“God, I feel like crap…ok, not gonna drink today”…lather, rinse, repeat, then it was time realize that it was harmful than helpful and it had to go.

You can tell yourself that you’re not me.  And that’s OK.  If you tell yourself you’re only going to drink on the weekends and really do pull it off, that’s great.  You vow to only drink one glass of wine per night from now until forever – more power to you!  Not gonna lie – I wish I had your strength!

But….

If you wake up each day saying you’re going to stop and that evening raise a glass (or three) saying that quitting is for quitters….

It’s Not All Rainbows…But it IS a Good Thing

I still see my friends, we go out to bars and breweries!   I have awesome dinners, throw parties, even see my family.  And I can do it all WITHOUT alcohol!

Every day is a new number on my calendar.  I don’t want to start all over again, so I don’t.

This may not be the answer you wanted.  It’s not the answer I wanted at the time either.  But I’m GLAD I quit drinking.  The benefits far outweigh any bottles of beers, glasses of wine, or shots of tequila I could have had by now.  Knowing where my car is parked in the morning.  No hangovers.  Not being “that girl” at the bar. 

I’ve had holidays, family dinners, bought a house and any number of other stressful, enjoyable, celebratory situations without a drink. 

And Lunch….?

My friend and I finished lunch that day without discussing alcohol any further.  She had a few more drinks with me, went out with friends that night and had to call a cab to get her home.  I got a text message from her at noon complaining about what an awful headache she had and did I have any suggestions for curing it?

Yes.  Yes, I do. 

And I gave my phone “The Look”.

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Getting to Know The Neighbors Better…At 3:30 In The Morning…In Slippers

We’ve lived in our neighborhood for just over 2 years now.  And while I can’t say that I’m on a first-name basis with all of my neighbors, we’re a relatively friendly bunch.  We wave and nod “hello”, we keep a casual eye out for each other, but we don’t hang out at each other’s homes or have the old-school neighborhood block parties. 

But when we finally decided to get together….we ALL got together.

Because who doesn’t like a neighborhood meet-up on a Saturday.

Morning.

3:30 in the morning, to be precise.

It started with a sound that can only be described as equal parts squealing tires, elephant stampede, roof collapse, every glass window in the city breaking at once, and the ending of the 1812 Overture.  All of that and more roused me, my husband, my neighbors, and my neighbor’s neighbors out of slumber and stumbling into the street. 

My bleary, half-asleep gaze was quickly sharpened with the realization that my front yard was not exactly the way it looked when I went to bed a mere 4 hours earlier.  Abruptly, I had apparently inherited a new vehicle…sort of

and had my front yard re-landscaped:

I can’t be positive – but I’m pretty sure the first words out of my mouth ran the gamut from panic, concern and obscenity before finally resting at a nice mix of shock, astonishment and relief that everything was outside my front door and not smack-dab inside my living room (which is truly where it sounded like events took place).

After ensuring that no one was hurt, and as police descended upon my neighborhood, I mingled with my other shell-shocked neighbors taking part in the game “what in the hell just happened?”  And even though we’re no experts, this seems to be what we collectively think may have occurred:

The driver of the offending vehicle –

decided to exceed the posted speed limit by a few dozen miles-per-hour (or so). 

It’s highly probable that a failure to stop at a clearly posted stop sign resulted in a close-encounter with this vehicle at the intersection:

Speculation continues and assumptions are made that the collision resulted in the highly-offensive driver to lose control of his vehicle and clip the side of this truck:

neighbor's truck - few doors down

nail this utility post:

and plow into this truck:

which careened forward to hit this vehicle:

which ran into this vehicle:

simultaneously coming to a stop in my front yard, resulting in a close encounter with my fence:

and ending with an uninvited “boop” on the bumper of my truck.  

boop!

But don’t quote me on any of this.

The force of the impact was strong enough to separate the license plate from the vehicle. 

WHICH vehicle, however, is a bit of a mystery….

Somehow – by the grace of God, karma, fate, whatever your particular belief – no one was injured in this calamity.

7 vehicles, one fence and one utility pole suffered damage…

But everyone walked away.

and here I was so happy that the grass had finally JUST started growing back in….

On the upside, we had the safest street in the city for quite some time with no fewer than 10 police cars on scene.

one police car for each arrow

But then again, what else was going at 3:30 in the morning?

As with all good parties, there’s always such a mess to clean up afterwards.

In the street:

and sidewalks….

even as far up as my front porch….

a little bit of Chrysler here, a little bit of Ford there

We even had to call in the heavy lifters for help hauling the remnants away

In fact, cleanup of the entire scene didn’t actually end until about 9am, when the final tow truck (4 in all) pulled away and the last bit of debris was dumped into the trashcan.

It’s not the ideal way to spend time with one’s neighbors, but when you consider the what-could-have-beens, we can be thankful that it wasn’t worse.    And who knows – in a weird way, perhaps this was a good bonding experience of sorts.  Maybe it will lead to more get-togethers in the neighborhood.

Next time, however, maybe we can do this at a more reasonable hour of the day. 

And with fewer police officers.

Maybe.

 

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