I haven’t posted in the past week or two so I’m going to try to play catch-up.  I had some friends in town a couple of weekends ago.  Actually, they were two married couple I’m friends with, and they decided to have a little weekend getaway.  We somehow managed to find a way to squeeze four people into my living room, and I spent the weekend showing them around the city, taking them out to some great KC restaurants (Oklahoma Joe’s was a hit, as expected), and showing them some of the nightlife. 

Josh and Leslie came into town a day early to go to Oceans of Fun.  That night, I took them to The Cigar Box, one of my favorite places in the city.  The other couple, Ryan and Sam, had already gotten the Al Latta experience so I figured it’d be a good place to take them.  A table opened up by the bar and I noticed that the guy sitting at the bar next to our table was Neil Smith, the former six-time All-Pro defensive end for the Chiefs. He was in there by himself watching the Chiefs/Dolphins preseason game.  Why he was there by himself instead of at the game was beyond me.  The bar is located next to a strip club called Temptations yet I had never really noticed an influx of strippers in the bar before.  This time was completely different, though.  There were strippers that kept coming in to drink and do shots before their shift at the strip club next door.  It was kind of funny to watch as the owner of the club would open the door to the Cigar Box, call out the girl’s name, and the girl would then scramble to finish her beer and head out the door.  Not surprisingly, the strippers really loved Neil Smith.  They all knew him by name.  Two women were particularly fond of the man and kept hanging all over him to try to distract him from the game.  He acted completely uninterested, though, even when one of the girls literally climbed on top of him while he was sitting at the bar, straddled him, and proceeded to simulate sex with the former NFL star.  It was a completely classless scene, and the girls didn’t seem to car. Being that this was all happening literally right next to us, Josh and I had a hard time not looking at what was unfolding.  We couldn’t NOT look away yet couldn’t make it obvious that we were watching it.  The girls started spanking each other, and one lifted up the other girl’s skirt to reveal her neon green thong for all of the bar to see.  They should have been kicked out because they were being completely inappropriate.  I know people reading thing would think it would be awesome to see that stuff, but it was pretty annoying with how obnoxious and loud they were.  Despite seeming uninterested the whole time, Neil Smith still got one of the girl’s phone numbers and said he’d call her later.  Good to see he’s still getting fringe benefits of his glory days on the gridiron.

As I mentioned before, the rest of the weekend was spent doing it up on the town.  We even managed to go see Superbad on Sunday.  I thought the movie was just okay.  The main reason I went was to see Michael Cera (I admit, I have a mild man-crush on the guy since his Arrested Development days) and I figured it would be good since it was another Judd Apatow project.  It wasn’t as good as his other projects, I don’t think, but it was entertaining. 

Anyway, it was a fun time having them in town, and I’m glad they were able to make the trip.