My amusing and disastrous weekend in Kansas City - the trip report:
We left town in 2 cars on Friday at 5:30. We arrived at my friend's place at about 8 without incident. We were planning on going to some BBQ place called Oklahoma Joe's thats supposedly on Gates' level but by the time we got outta my friend's at 9 ish we figured might as well ship to trusty Gates since we know it's open.
My friend Anthony claims he can eat an entire mixed plate by himself. He has accomplished some prodigious feats of eating before but I wager $20 that he cannot do it. He sees the plate and is worried, but proceeds to finish the whole thing and win my monies. I ship. My meal was delicious though. We go to Side POckets and play pool, drink beer. I have a good time. This is where my fun for the weekend ends.
Saturday is the big night, we plan to drink all night. We get to the bars at like 9:30. We begin drinking heavily, however I am stuck DDing and cannot get wasted. We post up at my buddy's favorite bar. *****es are everywhere. I am extremely disappointed that I cannot drink heavily all night. The Louisville/Syracuse game is on TV. The bar shuts it off in favor of music videos, wtf. I am pissed and go out to another bar, leaving all my friends while I catch the end of the game.
Half hour later, I return. Whoops. There's now a $5 cover and an enormous line and the place is PACKED. They are doing a 1-in, 1-out at the door. **** that. I can't get drunk anyways. I go hang out at another bar for 3 hours and drink lightly, missing the festivities. Little did I know, this would be the highlight of my night.
Finally my extremely drunken friends stumble out of the bar at 2:15. One of my friends attempts to dance with me in the courtyard. People laugh at us. I am embarrassed and quickly make my way to the car. On the way to Sean's, we hit a small town that we must drive through. I am still in interstate mode for too long and attempt to slow down as we go downhill into the town. Unfortunately, a car traveling the other way turns around and lights on its car begin blinking. Uh oh.
I get pulled over. 2 of my friends are in the car with me, they are completely hammered. The cop asks if I've been drinking. I say yes, lightly. He asks if there are any open containers in the car. I remember hearing Scote crack open a beer. I curse god and tell the officer no. He asks me to step out of the car and proceeds to give me numerous field sobriety tests as his backup arrives. I pass the tests.
While I am taking the tests, his backup shines a light in the car. He says my friends look a little young and he will need to see some ID. He sees Scote's beer can. He asks Scote to step out of the car, cuffs him, and puts him in the back of the cruiser. My other drunken friend is laughing at this turn of events. The officer then tells my friend (Tom) that it isn't a joke. He looks down and sees 2 beer cans. He proceeds to cuff Tom. They stick him in a third police car.
The officers then allow me back in the car. The lead officer gives me a $100 dollar speeding ticket, tells me my friends will need to be bonded out since they have out of state IDs, and it will cost $200 each. I thank him for his help (lol) and immediately drive to Sean's. I get there alone and explain what happened. Everyone says that I should go bond them out since I have almost $2000 in cash with me. I sigh and agree, and drive Tom's car with my friend John to go get them.
We go to pick them up and find them walking down a side street near the police station. Apparently, they were talking **** to the cops about how their high schools were bigger than the town (LOL) and the cops decided to let them go for the fee of all the money in their pockets and $60 off Tom's ATM card. LOL small town cops. They still have court dates and fines for open containers to pay. But hey a least we will be able to crash soon right?
As we drive back to Sean's, we feel the car start to bump. Wtf? It gets louder and we pull over. Oh yay right rear tire has completely been shredded. It literally looked like there was a trail of ground hamburger on the side of the road, only it was all tire. Tom has a donut in his car, but it's very dark. Tom and Scote are mainly worried about the fact that they aren't ****ing the 3 girls that came back from the bars with us. They bemoan this fact while John and I attempt to change a tire in darkness. We succeed after roughly half an hour. We finally get back. I go to sleep.
In the morning, I leave $100 with Scote so he can pay the ticket for me. I wish Sean a happy birthday, remind him to tell god to fk off, and me and Tom ship back to OMaha on a donut. It takes us like 4 hours to get home, as we cannot go more than 50mph on the donut, though we spend most of the drive at 60. People are pissed at us on the road, and constantly make rude gestures as they pass us. We eventually make it safely. Yay weekend.