Friday August 6th, 2010
So after what seemed like the longest week of my life with NOTHING to do. I decided to meet up with one of my Sonic team members, Rachel. She was a little over an hour away in Springfield. I asked the my staff if they could recommend a middle point for us to meet. Well the feedback I received made me promise myself never to step foot, or even put a toe back in the state of Missouri. They informed me that on that hour long drive the only thing I would see was Sex shops, Sex museums, Sex theatres and "Men's Spas", which I will not explain to you in full detail, but lets just say these men don't go there for a back massage or a pedicure. Gross. When I told the ladies I lived 30min from NYC they said "Oh wow, it must be really diverse there?' I said "Yes, why it's not here?" Knowing the answer in my head already. Then the lady proceeded to say to me; "NO, We have a black client, But she's STILL nice." Oh lord, these ladies do not know me, and boy did I have to just keep my mouth shut and my fists behind my back. I asked if there was a Chillis or any chain restaurant near by? Nope, just some sketchy diners. Ugh, Is it Saturday yet people? So I arrived at Rachel's hotel and saw more civilization then I have seen in a few days. Every week when I travel to these new cities I refuse to go to a Fridays or a Chillis. I want to experience the city and what they are known for. Well let's just say Rachel and I went to Fridays and a Chilis. Haha. Did I mention I hated Missouri? We ended up having a fun filled, laugh filled, oh and smoke filled night. Really? Smoking in the bar is not outlawed in all 50 states yet? Gross again. So after our happening night Rachel showed my her rental of the week, a Lincoln Town car which after a few drinks I decided to climb in the trunk. Hey don't judge me, what else was there to do? I ended up having a sleepover and waking up @5am and driving past all the creepy Sex stops to the Centre. I drove like a bat out of hell, (sorry Missouri can be classified as hell on earth to me) and into Arkansas to catch my flight. I was happy to see a familiar face in the airport to keep me company. I was even more happy to be up in the air and on the way home.
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