Week-end Wrap-up

Not much in my Writer World this week-end, but it was a great one, nevertheless.

We'd been watching the weather forecast for Kansas City all week, in hopes of figuring out what kind of clothes we'd need. 62 and sunshine, little wind is what we read over and over. We had sunshine in Manhattan when we left, but the closer we got to Kansas City, the more clouds we saw. Before long, the sky was nothing but clouds, black ones. Oh-oh--now what? We arrived at the stadium in time to tailgate, got out of the car and were met with a brisk and cold wind and no sunshine. But by the time we got into the stadium, the wind had died down and temps up a little. Halfway through the game, the sun began to peek through, a little at a time, but it felt mighty good and was enough to give us each a sunburned face by the end of the game.

The game turned out just fine as we beat Iowa State 24-23. It was a thrilling, end-of-game blocked extra point that gave us the win. We ran into our family doctor on our way out, and he asked if our hearts had stood up to the end of the game. Guess we're doing OK in that department as we were both still on two feet.

We got to our hotel where I'd made reservations weeks ago, but were met with a surprise. It appears the reservation was for Saturday of the next week-end. Who made the error? Me or the internet site? I'm not even going to speculate on that one. They had two rooms left and all hotels in Kansas City booked with American Royal Barbecue Cook-off, Nascar races, soccer tournaments, our game which brought 40,000+ people and the Chiefs home game today. So, we took one of the rooms that were left, at a price 2 1/2 times higher than the deal I'd gotten on the internet!

Time for dinner, and Ken wanted to go to The Bristol Bar and Grill, famed for seafood. Off we went, hoping to beat the crowds of Saturday night. The hostess said it would be 30-45 minutes, so we went to the bar and ordered a glass of wine and an appetizer. No sooner had the Goat Cheese Bruschetta arrived than our pager went wild. The waiter took it to see what table we should be seated at, and when he came back, he led us to a nice table and then brought our drinks and appetizer to us. No sooner had I unfolded my napkin than a young woman appeared saying, "I'm sorry, but this is MY table! I've just been seated here. Look--there are my sunglasses." Before we could even answer, the waiter rushed over and told us to sit tight. After a confab witht he hostess, he seated the young woman and her friend at another table, and we went on with our dinner. Which turned out to be fantastic. Rare Ahi Tuna for Ken and Seared Scallops for me, absolutely  beautiful presentation and side dishes that were great.The perfect ending to a day with a K-State win.

Today we made a run to Costco and Kohl's before heading home to Manhattan. It was a bright and sunny day, warmer than yesterday, and the drive across the Flint Hills made me want to write something. But no pad and pen so I had to do it mentally. Somehow, once away from the spectacular scenery, the wonderful phrases are lost. Some afternoon, I need to go out a few miles from town, stop and write a little.

Yes, it was a super week-end but back to the Writing World tomorrow.