Twin City and Gilhouly's
The frequency with which I have updated this website has matched by desire to do so, lately. I am sick. It appears that I have caught whatever my roommate had. He claimed it was the Flu, but I really don't think that's what this is. I've never had the Flu, but I've always heard that it's an especially miserable ailment. I have a pretty bad cough, and a stuffed-up nose makes intermittent appearances. For the most part I'm still able to breathe through my nose, which is lucky for me even when I'm healthy, this time of year. But the two worst things that ever afflict me when I'm sick have thus far not troubled me. I have no headache, and my stomach feels fine.

I even went out last night, and got all smoky. In the past couple weeks I have come to equate smelling like smoke to saving money, as the new bars downtown are all smoke-free, and charge for drinks as if they have an expensive ventilation system to pay for regardless. I met Erp at the Twin City Tavern, where we ate, and watched out hopes get dashed as Nebraska almost beat Kansas, but couldn't pull it out in the end. There are few things I enjoy more in Kansas City than rooting against the out-of-state yet still wildly popular University of Kansas in all they do.

Chris and Tim joined us in our merrymaking, and in our disappointment in Nebraska. Soon after, we decided to head over to Gilhouly's on 39th to meet up with Nick, Angie, Lorne, and Josh. Tim went home, Erp collected Amber, and Amber summoned Liana. Angie and Lorne went home soon after, followed by Chris, and then Josh. Anna arrived as some were leaving. As is the usual occurrence, the group in the end wound up being just being Erp, Amber, and me. We talked around the table until we were chased out, and called it a night.

It was a nice night out in Midtown.

Jeff replied:
"He claimed it was the Flu, but I really don't think that's what this is."

...do you believe it now?

5:56 AM, Mar 17, 2008

bahua interrupted with:
No, I still don't. I feel rotten to be sure, but I really don't think I have anything as serious as the flu.

7:04 AM, Mar 17, 2008

The Flu took the time to say:
No, bahua, it's me. I have taken root in your system and am happily multiplying inside of you, while your puny white blood cells try in vain to take me down.

11:06 AM, Mar 17, 2008

Gandalf thinks:
You cannot pass. I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The dark will not avail you, Flu of Udûn. Go back to the shadow! You cannot pass!

5:38 PM, Mar 17, 2008

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