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This past weekend, I found myself in Kansas City, MO for the Pavement show at Uptown Theater.  I was invited and had no real reason to say no, so I went along with the whim without giving it too much thought.  Work has been killing me lately, so the timing was perfect for me as I was in dire need of a recharge.

While in Kansas City, I met Maggie and Chris and spent the night and following morning hanging out with both them and their group of friends.  I learned two things from the time spent in Kansas City:

1. Taking whiskey shots and slamming down beers after driving thirteen hours straight only leads to puke-soup in your Holiday Inn Express hotel room.
2. There’s nothing more hilarious than seeing a hipster in his late twenties wearing an vintage reproduction of a shirt you owned when you were six years old.

Seeing this douche wearing a vibrant, colorful reproduction of a Bartman shirt from 1990 just sent me in a tizzy of laughter.  Also, the rolled up skinny-jeans/piss-poor attempt at facial hair combo resulted into stifled fits of drunken giggling — sometimes, I just don’t understand certain fashions.

The morning after the show, I spent some time walking around Kansas City before driving out to Lincoln, Nebraska to spend the rest of my vacation there.  Expect a smattering of stories in the next few days.  Also, Chris has a pretty interesting write-up about his Kansas City trip and actually took the time to review the Pavement show (as I spent a majority of the time drinking outside the venue). 

There’s something hilariously entertaining about reading myself described as “elusive”.