Mini-break

Good morning, my friends.

I haven’t been writing lately because mostly I have been obsessed with the idea of leaving St. Louis and have spent most of my spare time looking at available apartments in Chicago.  I interviewed, and was subsequently turned down for, a job there, which in the end I think is best because if I had actually gotten a job after a good interview it would have ruined my streak.  Nevertheless, the idea of leaving town is pretty firmly planted in my brain, and I am applying for all kinds of jobs in all kinds of places in an effort to get the heck out of town.  Hopefully this will turn into a blog where I can rhapsodize about the perils of living in a new city, rather than a blog where I can be dolefully unemployed.

This weekend, I took a(n affordable) trip to Kansas City, which I expected to suck a lot harder than St. Louis (aside from the fact that my BFF lives there).  The city, however, was totally sweet.  For the following reasons:

1. They have an opera house.  And they’re currently using it (read).  For opera.  Not for touring productions of Legally Blonde: the Musical or for awful pop-rock tripe like Creed or Lifehouse.
2. The parking garage at their public library looks like this.
3. Gay people.  Everywhere.  I mean everywhere.
4. A little thing I like to call a Wedding Cake Concrete.  It was life-altering, even if technically for me it was a Civil Union Cake Concrete.  I don’t care what it is called as long as it can visit me in the hospital when I’m dying.  It was duh-licious.
5. People were walking around.  On the sidewalks, which were next to the streets.  I feel like this doesn’t happen in St. Louis.  Unless you’re me and you’re getting weird looks from the person who almost ran you over in his Lexus.

Some things about Kansas City are not good.  It’s further from an IKEA, for one thing.  And there’s no light rail system there—but let’s be honest: St. Louis’s rail system is laughable, especially since the transit cuts (and by laughable I mean cryable, because I am not laughing about waiting 20 minutes for a train in the middle of the day).  But I think I could live without trains because there are buses.  And I think I could live without do-it-yourself Swedish furniture if I was spending all of my money on Wedding Cake mixed with frozen custard.  Life is all about give and take, you know.

Also it’s not even 7:00AM yet and I have already written in my blog.  Maybe today I will actually vacuum up the tumbleweed-like clumps of cat fur that have taken over my apartment.