Well I finally had a chance to get through Southeast Kansas and meet up with Steve over the weekend so I seized the opportunity, as I think anyone with a brain in their head would.
I arrived Friday afternoon and after the Goat managed to Weasel his way out of work early (I think he told his boss he was sick and had a fake cough that continued through our visit, he is consistent I will give him that) he came and picked me up at my fantastically gorgeous blue Peterbilt and we were off and running to the World Famous Barto's idle hour supper club. We had to get there early to get the best seats in the house, after all we wouldn't want to get sloshed in poor seats now would we?
After having sampled their delicious fried chicken and way more beer, bloody Marys and G&T's than I can recall we found our way back to my Peterbilt (did I mention its pretty) and he dropped me off so I could rest up for the day ahead.
Saturday morning bright and early (12:15pm) Steve arrived and we were off on yet another whirl wind big city adventure.... First to Bob's cafe or restaurant or whatever it was called for one of the best cheese burgers I have had in a long time with a side of curly cheese fries covered with grilled onions (don't judge me, I love onions). My ever so gracious host choked down some chili while grumbling about me forcing him to eat when he had already had bacon and eggs this morning (without me mind you) but he suffered through it.
We then headed for his palatial mansion on the hill, that's hermits hill for those of you who may not know, where we checked out his custom chopper and practiced our aim by taking a few shots with his beautiful AR. I had to suffer through the "awful" trigger because the dirty sons of bitches forgot to send him the screws for his new trigger, those bastards.
We then left the palace and headed for wine country and ended up at a winery that I believe is actually owned by Steve, although he would never admit to it, because everyone in there knew him by name and they all seemed to hold him in reverence. He introduced me to the "owner" of the establishment and let me tell you there was more "fine wine" in that place than you can shake your stick at. Some of the wine was very bubbly and friendly while others seemed to be busting out and begging to be seen. If you ever go there you simply must try the Iraqi delight, it is an absolutely beautiful wine, very appealing and gracious
. We sampled a few wines and ate some little oyster crackers while Steve grumbled about having indigestion from the chili I "forced" him to eat, but he still kept eating crackers.
After the fun time at his winery we headed back to Barto's, to get the best seats of course. On the way we enjoyed a fine Cuban cigar provided by Steve of course, after all I can't afford those kinds of niceties. We arrive at the supper club and procured our seats and the indulging began much like the night before. As we sat there we made a new friend named Bill, he has a retarded dog (his words not mine) that he lives with in his garage since his wife kicked him out of the house.... Nice guy, he drives a train and the Goat is going to go visit him, maybe if he is good Bill will take him for a ride on the train. I enjoyed another great cheese burger and fries with no onion this time( and not because I didn't ask for it). After dinner and a few more drinks he dropped me back off at my truck, you know the pretty blue one, and he bid me farewell and even told me if I got back through that I was welcome back.
Here is the only pic I will post as evidence of our journey.... Mostly because we didn't think to take any more... Lol
Anyway a great time was had by all, or at least by me, even though Steve kept calling me Jeff for some strange reason.... Must have been too many G&T's... Lol